[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

Mrs. Bennett had her usual walks, and she took her "little sweetheart" out for a walk every evening.

She was walking to the nearby abandoned factory, she would not normally take this path, it was too far away, but today her "little sweetheart" was a little angry, and she had to deliberately take a long detour to follow his will.

"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Bennett exclaimed, and she froze in place stupidly, the rope in her hand had loosened at some point.

"Little Sweetheart" dragged the rope, ran to the person lying on the ground in the distance, sniffed it with his nose, and stuck out his tongue to lick the face of the person lying on the ground.

"..."

Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, feeling his face was wet, it was unimaginable that a brown teddy was touching his face affectionately.

He really has a relationship with animals!

Sherlock patted the dirt on his body, and there was a sharp pain in his neck. In an instant, a bunch of thoughts flooded back into Sherlock's head.

He rushed out of 221B Baker Street, and just happened to find a black figure running out from the opposite side in a hurry. He chased all the way here, but was knocked unconscious with a blunt weapon by someone who had been hiding here.

It sucks!

Only then did Mrs. Bennet come back to her senses, her body was still a little uncoordinated and she stepped forward to pick up the rope of "Little Sweetheart" again, "Great, sir, you are safe and sound."

Sherlock obviously blocked Mrs. Bennett's words automatically, and walked quickly to the other person who fell beside him, turning his body over with his hands.

[About Seton (identity can be confirmed) (shot in the left chest → hand/gun SIGP250 → not the same as in the apartment) (soil on the shoe: slightly dry → not the first scene) (needle hole in the arm → drug use) ( Ring → deliberately removed)]

The gunshot wound on Seton's left chest made Mrs. Bennett's fragile nerves tense again, her complexion was pale and frightening, she rolled her eyes, and soon found the pistol thrown on the ground.

Mrs. Bennett suddenly felt that she understood something. The poor girl was actually involved in a murder. Mrs. Bennett hurriedly pulled the rope tied to the "little sweetheart", wanting to take advantage of the "murderer" to examine the corpse. Time, get out of here quickly.

Oh, yes, as a competent citizen, she was obliged to notify the Scotland Yard police, despite their unsatisfactory behavior.

"Can I borrow my cell phone? I don't have it with me." Sherlock suddenly stood up and turned to look at Mrs. Bennett.

"...Of course...Young man." Mrs. Bennett's voice trembled, her fingers trembling uncontrollably. After a long time, Mrs. Bennett reluctantly took out her mobile phone, and her hands trembled even more.

[(Mobile phone: new model in March) (husband’s name) (seriously worn corners → often put together with keys and coins → careless) (scratches on socket → possible alcohol √)]

Sherlock quickly glanced at the mobile phone in his hand, "You think I killed him, so you feel scared, Mrs. Bennett." Sherlock said quickly while lowering his hair and texting.

[Take the ring, in the box on the second row of the bookshelf, Barts Hospital, please hurry - SH]

"...No...how do you know...my surname?" The surprise in Mrs. Bennett's heart quickly overshadowed the fear, and she began to think wildly, "...you must know Jones, oh, no, It was Jane who told you..."

"It's your mobile phone, Mrs. Bennett." Sherlock gave the answer, preventing Mrs. Bennett from giving any more messy answers, "Thank you, Scotland Yard's call."

Mrs. Bennett took the phone in embarrassment, and the alarm number was displayed on it, although she did intend to call the police before.

Before Mrs. Bennet could really recover, the voice of the Scotland Yard police officer was heard from the opposite side.

"Hello, Scotland Yard."

"Hi...there was a shooting, someone died, at the abandoned factory off Jones Avenue"

Mrs. Bennett paused for a moment, and looked around. Except for her and the corpse, there was no one there, not even the gun that was still on the ground.

"There is another strange suspect, oh...he has already left! Please come here as soon as possible." Mrs. Bennett said as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Butts Hospital

Sherlock looked down at the time, and walked into the restaurant of Bartz Hospital on time, and happened to meet Jasmine, the forensic doctor who had just entered the restaurant.

"What do you want, pasta or pork?" Sherlock asked, standing by the order port, twitching the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, it's you? Are you coming to work tonight?" Jasmine showed a surprised look. It was rare to see Sherlock in the restaurant, because he was always busy with work.

"I'm going to examine a dead body, Abt Seton."

Hearing Sherlock's answer, the joyful look on Jasmine's face gradually faded, and she asked in surprise, "Oh... Abt Seton, how did you know that he was sent here just now."

"I need your help."

"...Ok, that's no problem." Jasmine hesitated for a while, but so far she has never refused any of Sherlock's requests, and this is not a difficult task, "Do you want it now?" Jasmine asked immediately.

"It's better that way." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth, showing what could barely be called a smile.

■

When Sherlock arrived at the laboratory, Nina was waiting at the door with her arms folded. She had just spent half a day in the morgue in the gloomy cold wind before arriving here under Jasmine's kind guidance.

"Good evening, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock looked down and took a quick look at Nina's wrist, there were obviously no traces of scratches visible there.

[(wound healing too fast → non-ordinary abrasion medicine) (no trace of ointment) (pharmacist) (self-developed → oral)? (special method)? ]

Noticing Sherlock's downward gaze, Nina tugged at the sleeves with her fingers so that the cuffs just covered her wrists.

"The ring you want." Nina said as she took out the ring engraved with a strange pattern from her pocket, and handed it to Sherlock.

She looked suspiciously at the collar that Sherlock had deliberately turned up. To be honest, although the nights in London were a bit cool, Nina rarely saw someone wearing a windbreaker with the collar turned up at the end of summer.

Sensing Nina's gaze, Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, put the ring back in his pocket, and walked down the stairs quickly.

Seeing the back of Sherlock leaving, Nina shrugged helplessly.She felt that she was most likely on her way to meet a dead body, and that dead body was called Abt Sidon.

The urgent news had just been broadcast on television - transnational serial killer Abt Seton was shot dead by the police, and there was solid evidence that the serial killer was responsible for the murder of Imperial College medical professor Poul Freeman.

Regardless of the truth, she should thank Mr. Holmes from the bottom of her heart. If she hadn't been waiting for someone in the morgue just now, her gratitude would have increased exponentially.

Sherlock lifted the white cloth covering Sidon's body, bent down and began to look for something he needed on Sidon's body.

A thing that connects Sidon and Freeman.

Sherlock pushed Sidon's foot outwards, and finally found a pattern similar to Freeman's ring on the inner side.

"Your mobile phone, Miss Roberts." While studying the pattern carefully, Sherlock spread his hand to Nina, signaling her to put the mobile phone in her hand.

[(Mobile phone: old model) (Purchase time: three years ↑) (brand new→well-protected×infrequently used√) (frequently used recently) (screen: black-haired male, age 30↑→relative×acquaintance√)]

"Your special preference is really surprising." Sherlock said, taking several photos of the pattern on the inside of Sidon's feet, "Take some dye from the pattern on his feet to make a picture."

[It's puny compared to your skeleton friend. ]

Nina doesn't remember anything surprising in her cell phone, she never remembers anything messy in it, except for the list of potions she has to rush to make and the photo of Professor Wilson for self-motivation.

A moment later, Jasmine suddenly pushed open the door of the laboratory, and brought Lestrade in. A strange blonde woman came with Lestrade.

"Sherlock, Inspector Lestrade is here."

"Sherlock, we have received a report..."

"Shut up, I need to be quiet." Sherlock stared closely at the image inside the microscope, slowly adjusting the screw to make the image clearer.

"About Seton died of poisoning. The factory was not the scene of the first crime. He was thrown away after his death. Seton killed Freeman for no personal reason. They most likely served the same organization together. Freeman tried to leave, but was killed.

On the inside of Seton's right foot there was a similar design to Freeman's ring, and Miss Roberts, handed the ring to Greg, in the right hand pocket. "

Nina looked at Sherlock who was so close that she could almost touch Lestrade with her hand.

For the sake of Mr. Holmes helping to find the murderer!For his sake in helping solve the mystery!

Nina convinced herself again and again, raised her eyebrows, took the ring out of Sherlock's pocket, and handed it to Lestrade.

"Similar patterns, unless they have a heart-to-heart connection and fancy it at the same time."

Lestrade looked at the pattern engraved on the inside of the ring and the pattern on Sidon's body, and then handed the ring to the blond woman beside him, "...Indeed, what do these two patterns mean?"

"Phoenix, Simonli, maybe, after all, they look alike, but the painting is not complete." Nina stared at the large bruise on the back of Sherlock's neck again, and casually continued.

Turning his head to look at Sherlock who suddenly raised his head, he smiled shyly, "Knowledge of the occult, Mr. Holmes."

"You recognized it before you went to Waterloo Bridge." Sherlock quickly found the scene in his mind.

"There is a specialization in art, you don't want to put an encyclopedia in your head." Nina had to find some words to divert Sherlock's attention.

"It's meaningless." Sherlock replied succinctly, looking at the microscope again.

"You have helped us a lot, Mr. Holmes." The blond woman who had been silent all this time suddenly said, her slightly surprised expression recovered in the blink of an eye, and she solemnly extended her hand to Sherlock.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, I am Jennifer Jeange, FBI Agent.

I've seen your deductive website before and it's an honor to meet you here. "

"Hello, Miss Jean." Sherlock turned his head and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Miss Roberts, black coffee, two pieces of sugar, thank you, send them upstairs."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

After receiving the call to the police, Reid came to Butts Hospital instead of Jennifer and Lestrade and asked Sherlock about Sidon.

Nina came back with coffee and saw Lestrade standing outside the door.

Nina: Inspector, why don't you go in?

Lestrade: ... (comes out quietly)

Nina peeked inside and found nothing. "Did Mr. Holmes drive people away?"

Lestrade shook his head, "They chatted very well. (I didn't understand it from the beginning to the end, the people on Earth are so scary)"