[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

Sherlock straightened his clothes. The work pass on his chest was just passed by a gardener, and he got it by chance. He hung the work pass on his chest, pulled the corner of his mouth, and pushed away the Princess of Wales greenhouse. the gate.

A wave of heat hit the face the moment the door was opened, and almost at the same time, the body of a middle-aged woman slid out along the door and fell at Sherlock's feet.

Horror had distorted her face, her clothes were intact, her limbs were convulsed, and her five fingers were bent into impossible shapes.

Sherlock squatted beside the corpse, and touched the corpse and her slightly damp clothes with his hands.

[(Decedent's name: Jane White) (Pinch marks→outsiders×self√) (died of fear?) (children: at least two) (wet clothes→entering the museum for no more than 10 minutes)]

The brunette curly-haired woman I met just now went back and forth, froze in shock, and looked at Sherlock in disbelief, "My God! What are you doing?"

[In 10 minutes, what did she see? ]

Sherlock turned on the automatic shielding function and began to search in the greenhouse. A small sparrow flashed past Sherlock's sight. It seemed to get lost in the greenhouse and stumbled here and there.

The curly-haired woman swore she had never seen such an odd sight, as the figure in gardener's attire moved briskly back and forth in the greenhouse.

He sniffed the leaves from time to time, picked up the soil on the ground with his hands, lay down on the corpse again, checked her fingers, grabbed the sparrow that was sitting on the giant konjac, and sniffed the sparrow's claws.

After a while, the "gardener" suddenly stopped and stood stiffly on the spot, his pale face began to distort, as if seeing a devil, showing a terrifying expression, and his whole body convulsed uncontrollably.

The "gardener"'s face was pale and stiff. He desperately pinched his neck with both hands, and ran out of the greenhouse with all his strength. Under the warm sunshine, the "gardener" slowly recovered his expression.

Sherlock coughed a few times, moved his neck, his stiff face gradually returned to normal, he almost strangled himself just now.

"Are... are you okay?" the curly-haired woman asked cautiously, her face was pale, and the fear in her eyes had accumulated to the extreme. She crossed her arms and took a few steps back.

"Of course, it couldn't be better." Sherlock adjusted his clothes as if nothing had happened, slightly twitched the corners of his stiff mouth, and turned to the curly-haired woman, "Is there any refrigerant?"

"What? There's no refrigerant here." The curly-haired woman was stunned for a few seconds before saying.

"Where is the temperature control room? Please set the temperature below 32 degrees Fahrenheit."

"Thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit? Do you know what that means, sir? There are tropical plants in the greenhouse, and they can't stand it." The curly-haired woman raised her voice and retorted, her delicate eyebrows twisted into a ball.

"I need five minutes of refrigeration," Sherlock said emphatically, returning to the main entrance of the greenhouse. "This is related to your life. If you think it doesn't matter, please pretend I didn't say anything."

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled at the curly-haired woman. When it comes to life issues, everyone will compromise.Sure enough, the curly-haired woman hesitated for a while, then nodded to Sherlock, "Ok, I will adjust the temperature of the greenhouse to 32 degrees Fahrenheit."

Moments later, Scotland Yard police arrived at the Princess of Wales Conservatory at the Botanic Gardens, and for some reason it wasn't Lestrade.

The inspector glanced at the corpse lying on the ground from a distance, then quickly moved his eyes away in shock, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand, "This is really scary!... Was it the first victim you found?

It's a little cold here. Is the air conditioner turned on? "The inspector stroked his arm and wrapped the coat around his body.

"Oh, no, it's that person." The curly-haired woman shook her head and denied it. She hadn't recovered from the shock just now, her voice was trembling, and she pointed at Sherlock who was squatting on the ground in the distance.

"Meet you for the first time, officer." Sherlock stood up, let go of his hand, and the sparrow in his hand flapped its wings again, and flew to the nearby giant konjac.

"...Brest, are you a gardener?" The inspector asked suspiciously when he saw the work permit on Sherlock's chest, "It seems that your appearance has changed a lot in recent years."

"I called Lestrade. Is he coming?"

"He's very busy. I'm in charge here." The inspector raised his eyebrows and lowered the corners of his mouth. "I'm not a police officer. I'm Inspector Dimock. Alright, Mr. Brest, please describe the discovery of the body." the process of."

"Brest, no, you're not Brest!" The curly-haired woman standing in the distance walked over at some point, and when she heard Dimock mistaking Sherlock for Brest, she suddenly raised her voice.

"Sherlock Holmes" Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth at the curly-haired woman.

"Oh, I heard about you from Lestrade, I hope you didn't mess up the scene." Dimock pouted, not too excited, but his piercing eyes never left Xia Locke's gardener's clothes.

"Mr. Holmes, I think it is necessary for you to explain your clothes and your work pass."

"It's not important." Sherlock took off his work card and handed it to the curly-haired woman next to him, "Brest, he will need it, thank you for his kindness."

"Ah...you're welcome..." The curly-haired woman took Brest's work card dumbfounded, and she didn't know how to answer the "liar" in front of her.

He even fooled her around just now, and she actually thought that Witt had hired a new gardener, and she even lowered the temperature in the greenhouse without authorization.

"You just came here and don't know anything about the case. In order to prevent you from going astray and going in the wrong direction, please investigate this." Sherlock handed out a ziplock bag, which contained some yellow-brown crystals.

"Mr. Holmes...you are not a Scotland Yard police officer." Dimock frowned, trying to make his voice sound as friendly as possible. Before he came, Lestrade had repeatedly told him that he must Hold on, don't punch Sherlock Holmes.

"Of course, the serial suicide case, the lost sapphire case, the mystery of the seven coffins case... You almost all got the wrong direction of investigation, just like headless chickens, bumping around here and there, completely lowering the IQ of the whole street."

"Mr. Holmes!" Dimmock shouted angrily, his face livid, he took two deep breaths, and put his hands in his coat pockets, "Then, please tell me what it is that can scare a grown woman to death ?”

"devil."

Dimock laughed twice, but his face was extremely serious, "Mr. Holmes, I believe you are not joking with me."

"Someone used sparrows to bring hallucinogenic drugs into the greenhouse. In the greenhouse with higher temperature, the drugs volatilized. Mrs. White just entered from the outside, and died of panic not long after."

"It can't be true." Dimock muttered to himself. "Perhaps it's just your subjective assumption, Mr. Holmes. No hallucinogen can scare people to death."

"You don't want to try it, the meth left on the sparrow's feet." Sherlock shook the ziplock bag in his hand, "Otherwise, why do you think you had to turn on the air conditioner in the greenhouse just now?"

"Take it down and check it so that they don't inhale it." Dimock frowned, and took the ziplock bag, "Who would be the murderer? There should be quite a few people who can put sparrows in the greenhouse." Dimock said, watching He glanced at Sherlock dressed as a gardener.

"There are cameras installed outside the greenhouse, which may help." The curly-haired woman reminded, "If necessary, I can take you to the monitoring room."

At the request of Inspector Dimock, the surveillance personnel in the botanical garden called up the surveillance video of the Greenhouse of Princess Wales.

The perimeter of the greenhouse, the quiet path, and the green leaves fluttering in the wind flashed through the surveillance. Until Mrs. White arrived at the greenhouse at around 14:[-], no one appeared around the greenhouse, not even a sparrow.

"Mr. Holmes, how do you explain this? Sparrows don't come out of the greenhouse out of nowhere." Dimmock stared at the video with his eyes wide open, but no matter how he looked, the outside of the greenhouse was still quiet, without the slightest sign of trouble. abnormal.

[(Name: Susan Nurse) (monitor) (divorced parents) (dog) (left-handed) (suddenly got a lot of money) (disgust → Mrs. White, why?) (dirt on shoes → greenhouse) ]

"It's a pity, Mrs. White, she has always been a very good person. When we left just now, she mentioned you, Miss Nass, you have always had a good relationship." Sherlock lamented, with a look of regret on his face instantly. .

"No." Nas hurriedly denied Sherlock's remarks, and then realized his impoliteness, and restrained his expression, "Actually, my relationship with Mrs. White is not good, sir."

"When I mentioned Mrs White, I deliberately used the present tense, and you chose the past tense, which shows that you already knew that Mrs White was killed.

You have been guarding the monitoring room, yes. "Sherlock said what Nas wanted to refute, "Your shoes are covered with mud, and the time is no more than 30 minutes. You can't get it around the monitoring room. The nearest choice is the greenhouse. At your pace , you need at least 20 minutes.

When we came, you were on the phone, and the person should be your family. You chatted for a long time, and you would not have time to watch the surveillance.

However, in the monitoring, you should never leave.The footage outside the greenhouse, why did you choose this flawed footage? "

"Sorry, is there anything unusual in the video?" Dimock looked at the monitor again, and he was sure that he never found anything worth noting.

"Because you're just looking, not observing! Oh, so obvious that you don't see it."

"Mr. Holmes! Where's the strange thing?" Dimock felt his lungs were about to explode. It was unimaginable that Lestrade spent quite a while with him.

"Shadow, the light from the sun can't form the shadow state shown on the video now." Sherlock looked at Nas in a puzzled way, "Why?"

Nasmulan's eyes widened, showing a crazy look, his delicate face was distorted like a ghost, and then slowly returned to normal, lowering his head: "You must have seen the things I gave you, which can make him Give it back to me? It's all he has left."

Sherlock took out the cardboard box and put it in his hand, "Who is he! Who is the person who instructed you behind the scenes?"

"I don't know." Nas shook his head slightly, his eyes still on the cardboard box, "He told me that I could take revenge on that woman, and I accepted his suggestion, but he wanted another person to complete the murder , I can easily erase his existence from surveillance.”

"Who is he? You know him." Sherlock emphasized, putting his hand on the cardboard box, and he could easily take it back.

"I don't know his name! Please!" Nas yelled, "He has a book of nursery rhymes, and he will create based on the stories in it."

"Creation?" Dimock asked in surprise, "Sorry, what are you talking about?"

The landline phone placed on the table suddenly rang. Nas picked up the phone, nodded indifferently, and handed over the receiver, "Mr. Holmes, your phone."