[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

Gladden Guest House

"The night before yesterday? You mean the night before yesterday!" Jack, the owner of the Gladden Hotel, raised his voice, his eyebrows were tightly knit together, and he gave Nina a fierce look with his fierce eyes.

"Miss, I don't know what nonsense people have said to you, but they are all slanderous words, drunken nonsense. Look here, how spotless it is, the windows are clean, and the environment is beautiful!"

Following Jack's praise, Nina looked around with her eyes, and secretly praised the hotel owner's ability to lie with open eyes.

"Indeed, it's much better than most of the hotels I've seen." Nina echoed Jack without blinking or frowning, "Can I go upstairs and have a look?"

Jack hesitated for a moment, more wrinkles piled up on his wrinkled face, he looked Nina up and down, and snorted coldly, "You don't look like someone who would come to this kind of place Miss! What is your purpose?"

Jack's complexion changed suddenly, and he questioned angrily. It was all caused by the strange incident the night before yesterday. Hell, the Black Death, it had disappeared for centuries.

Jack thought about it angrily, but still followed the instructions of those weirdos, and brought the magic weapon that can prevent the Black Death—garlic.

Sherlock was pushing the door open at this moment, Nina turned her head, blinked, and looked at Sherlock who was dressed as a down-and-out painter.

"We need the room above, and no one will disturb you." Sherlock Holmes, a down-and-out artist, took money out of his pocket and handed it to Jack.

[(hotel owner: age 50↑) (living alone) (lover) (rich and stingy) (strange garlic smell)]

"Of course, you two can use the upstairs room as you like. This is the key." Jack narrowed his eyes and smiled sincerely. You must know that not long ago he was still looking fierce, but now he has become very cute .

Nina had never seen anyone who could change faces so skillfully.

"You've wasted the better part of a morning on a worthless man, Miss Roberts, please take a good look at his clothes! Old style from a few years ago, with multiple bleach marks, why should an innkeeper live like this Straightforward.

His ring, he kept stroking it with his thumb, the banknotes in the drawer, even the slight folded corners could not be seen, the account book on the table, it was obvious that there were traces of flipping through it many times, but in fact, it was only half a book. The new account book just changed a month ago, there is not much data in it that needs to be checked.

You should have seen that he was just a slightly defensive miser. "

Sherlock lowered his voice and said quickly when he went upstairs, his eyes searched around, walked back and forth twice in the corridor that Luke mentioned, and knocked on the wall with his hand.

"I really can't tell. I'm just an ordinary person, great detective." Nina pursed her lips and shrugged.

For Nina, the corridor was not long, and the end could be seen at a glance. There were closed doors on both sides. It seemed that no one lived in it now. Even though it was morning, the corridor was still a little dark.

Nina looked up at the ceiling. There was no light on it, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. There were cobwebs visible to the naked eye, and moss caused by rain and water leakage.

And a living person disappeared in this narrow and closed corridor!

[Disappear → Apparate]

Obviously that patient would not be a wizard, Nina tried to temporarily strip away the knowledge about magic from her head, and began to look at the corridor that could be seen to the end again.

There were no windows, no place to hide, Luke and the hotel owner stood guard at the stairs, yes, just like that, the patient disappeared!

[Disappearance, maybe it’s just a superficial meaning. ]

Nina suddenly thought, she looked up and looked around, and found that Sherlock was standing in front of the window of the room, and he stuck his head out of the window.

[(①Weird voice＋②Traces of duct tape outside the hotel→artificial→prank) (hotel owner? Patient? Avoiding rent) (Know each other, a group of people) (Where did the patient go?)]

After a while, Sherlock turned and exited the room, hurried past Nina, "to Jones'"

Who is Jones?

Nina froze for a moment, and then used a short second to match Jones with Mr. Luke who came last night.

"It's Luke, Sherlock, don't you check here anymore?" Nina asked in surprise, ignoring all the helplessness in her heart. They had only been up for less than 5 minutes.

"I have all the clues I want." Sherlock replied without looking back.

Standing behind the counter, Jack was counting the money in the drawer. When he heard footsteps, he turned his head to look at the two people who hurried down the stairs.

"Oh, you two are really fast!" Jack squinted, looked at Sherlock from head to toe, then turned his gaze to Nina, grinning.

"You were in an unhappy relationship, your wife died three years ago, she couldn't stand your meanness, you had a lover, you were on good terms, she never asked you for money, she was having an affair with your neighbor, they were Plotting to take your money."

"What! This is impossible!" Jack jumped up in surprise, "Sir, don't think that I..."

"If you go back now, maybe you can save a little of the savings you have hidden under the bed."

"Damn it! They actually want to steal my money!" Jack shouted angrily, rushing out of the shop impatiently.

"Take back the prepaid money, Nina, he will be back soon, we need to leave before then." Sherlock said to Nina, twitching the corners of his mouth.

Taking away the ledger on Jack's desk, Sherlock walked out of the store, threw the dyed coat into the trash can, and straightened the collar of the suit inside.

"It's unbelievable that you would play such a joke with him." Nina had a slight smile on her face, and she could almost imagine Jack's expression when he came back and found that the money was missing.

Sherlock stopped and said emphatically, "Joke? No, that's the truth!"

Nina also realized that this great detective would never give up using her keen insight, "OK, the truth is, I completely believe in your excellent reasoning ability, then he will be much more pitiful than Grandet."

[(Grandet? → not important)]

It didn't even take half a second for Sherlock to throw this irrelevant information into the trash can, and recalled all the information about the case, "Look out, Nina."

Sherlock flipped through the ledger brought out from the hotel, his lake green eyes quickly scanned the names and related information of each person.

"George Burton, the patient's name."

Sherlock paused for half a second, turned a few pages backwards, and glanced at the name of George Burton, "Good, continue." Sherlock had already put away the ledger, motioning for Nina to continue.

Nina paused, trying to put together the bits and pieces of information she got, "Burton moved into the hotel three months ago. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes at the time, and he paid a month's rent directly. Later, he started to default on the rent. .

During this period, five people came to him, followed by speculation about their identities, I think, you should not need it. "Nina paused strangely, and looked at Sherlock.

"Ordinary people's guesses on identity are only 36.7% correct, and that will interfere with my judgment." Sherlock took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Lestrade, who needed accurate information about George Burton.

[George Burton has committed suicide by lying on a train, what have you found - Lestrade]

When Lestrade sent the relevant information, Sherlock and Nina had already arrived at Mussolini Street, which was only two streets away from the Gladden Hotel.

They stood in front of an iron door, which was locked. Inside was a two-story villa. Luke's bedroom was opposite the bedroom of this villa.

Sherlock leaned on the iron railing with his hands and flipped in, landing easily on the ground.This surprised Nina a little, she never thought that Sherlock would have such agility.

"You should have learned such a simple technique from the person who taught you how to shoot." Sherlock moved a few steps to the side, motioning for Nina to turn over from the iron railing.

[Shooter = Stephen, simple technique = over the railing]

Nina quickly made an equivalent substitution in her heart, and then calmly accepted the fact that Sherlock could so easily guess what she had experienced in the past.

Stephen did teach her, but now she has four or five ways to easily enter through the main entrance. Obviously, she can't use any of them in front of Sherlock, except for climbing over the towering iron bars.

It's like someone who is used to playing games with black technology, and suddenly one day is told that you have to honestly fight monsters and upgrade.

"I can stay here to keep watch, in case someone comes back suddenly." Nina raised her eyebrows, she really didn't want to knock on the door of a stranger's house.

"No one will come back, I need you."

Please finish the sentence, please.

Nina looked down at the jeans on her body, supported the railing with her hands, found a low place and turned in, and then saw Sherlock take out the phone from his pocket and hand it over.

"Send a text message to Lestrade." Sherlock opened the window and easily sneaked into the first floor.

"So, you just need me to send you a text message!" Nina raised the BlackBerry in her hand, resisting not to throw it to Sherlock.

"Of course, this is very important!" Sherlock's voice came from the window of the bedroom on the second floor, "Come in, Nina."

"This is a murder. Investigate Burton's friends. If there is a theater actor, arrest him. His theater lost a mannequin recently."

"I don't really understand." It wasn't long before we came out, Nina deliberately omitted the second half of the sentence, and sent a text message to Lestrade according to Sherlock's original words.

"The hotel owner is a stingy man, and Burton didn't have enough money to pay the rent, and he needed some way to get out of the situation, and he and two other men planned this bizarre scene.

What Luke saw was a mannequin, and they put a white mask on it and took it to the hotel, and Burton didn't disappear, he fell off the stretcher and crawled into the mannequin in the hallway.

And someone killed Burton just when he thought everything was going well. "

Sherlock quickly finished speaking without pausing, and walked to Nina's side. Looking at Nina's fast enough input speed, in Sherlock's view, it was a pitifully slow input speed.

"Hurry up, the tortoise is faster than you, Nina."

"You can do it yourself, big detective!" Nina clicked the send button at the same time as she finished speaking the last word, and said, shaking her phone, "Please send a text message with your skeleton partner next time, thank you."