[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

"Why do you know that I'm a murderer, sir?" Roach's eyes were fixed on the package in Sherlock's hand, which contained Robin's clothes. He put his clothes on Robin's body and shot them The gunshot wounded his face and cut his brown hair short, hoping to hide it.

What's even more coincidental is that he and Robin once belonged to the same society, and they have the same brand on their arms. If it weren't for the amazing similarity, Roach would not have thought of this trick.

"His manicured nails, a slanted imprint on the inside of the upper part of his index finger, and the smell of disinfectant make him a surgeon rather than an entrepreneur.

The soles of his feet are wide, and he has been standing for a long time. He has splayed feet, and the shoes should be worn, but the shoes on his feet have been used for more than two years, but there is no obvious wear and tear. They are not his shoes. "

"That's enough, sir, there's no need to say any more." Roach interrupted Sherlock, with a complicated look on his face, he didn't expect that his perfect plan was so full of loopholes.

He deliberately asked Robin to come to his house, and asked him to bring the shotgun by the way. In order to realize this murder, he knew that his wife had an unclear relationship with Robin, and they communicated in private behind his back.

"I'm almost done, go ahead, you have a serious skin disease, when changing Robin's clothes, there was fine flakes of skin around the buttons, I checked the rest of the shoes, there was also flakes on the laces, and Robin Bin is free from skin diseases.

As for the package, you only have one dumbbell on your desk, no one is going to work out with one, and most likely, you took another dumbbell with you and used it to dispose of Robin's laundry.

A dumbbell, a courtyard pool or the Thames, the Thames is the obvious choice, but you don't have much time, so that's all there is to it.I deliberately borrowed an umbrella from Miss Rimmer, and found the package in the pool, which proved my suspicions correct. "

Roach sighed in frustration, and was led out of the villa by Lestrade. The police car that arrived at an unknown time was parked on the street in front of the villa.

"Take him back first." Lestrade said to Lisa who came out from the shadows. To prevent accidents, he deployed a lot of policemen around.

"It's surprising." Lisa raised her eyebrows and glanced at Roach. She never thought that the victim would become a murderer one day. Maybe this is where Roach is clever. Everyone thought that he and his wife were murdered. Killed in the villa.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going back to Scotland Yard?" Lisa called Lestrade, who turned and left, and frowned, "You just caught the real murderer, anyway, there are many people waiting, um ...I mean you should probably make it clear to the reporters that we made a commitment this afternoon."

"I know."

"OK" Lisa said compromisingly, leaning on the police car and shrugging her shoulders, "I will take him back." Lisa said, with a glance at the black car approaching from a distance, a familiar person Get out of the car.

"It seems that you can go back to the police station." Lisa raised her chin, motioning Lestrade to turn his head and look behind him.

Lestrade turned his head suspiciously, and happened to see Nina walking towards him, and smiled politely at him.Lestrade instantly understood what Lisa meant, although he didn't know why Nina appeared here suddenly.

But indeed, as Lisa said, he can go back to the police station.

Nina didn't go up to greet Lestrade directly, but smiled and nodded to Lestrade who turned his head, and then walked towards Sherlock who had just come out of the villa.

"Good evening, do you want to have dinner together? Mrs. Hudson suddenly went out on vacation, and she called me before she left." Nina put her hands in her pockets and said helplessly, she wanted to call Or texting Sherlock the unfortunate news, but God never seemed to favor her and let the phone die at a critical moment.

"I'm not hungry." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth and directly rejected Nina's proposal.

"..." She shouldn't expect Sherlock to give her some face.

"Your cooking skills are not bad, let's talk about something else, you have other important things to say, Nina." Sherlock paused, looked at Nina as if looking at her, and then asked, "What do you think?" When you found this place, you originally planned to go back to live for a few days, but now you are going back to Baker Street, some irresistible factors force you to make a decision, your collar..."

"Someone sent me a bomb." Before Sherlock finished the analysis, Nina said first, and it was no surprise that Sherlock suddenly stopped talking.

Nina spread her hands helplessly, "The cell phone I kept in the living room was unfortunately killed in the explosion, but it has recovered to its original state. I just don't want to stare blankly at the pile of house rubble."

As for her house, if the explosion of the house hadn't been deafening, it would have attracted all the neighbors and police patrolling nearby almost instantly, and if the media hadn't publicized it, she could have easily solved the bombing of the house.

Of course, it just takes some time now, and I hope the media will not pay too much attention to this matter.

Nina moved the corners of her mouth, showing a helpless wry smile, "I really can't think of why."

"In the way." Sherlock twitched his lips.

"What?" Nina tilted her head to look at Sherlock in doubt, not understanding the meaning of what Sherlock said.

"You have been disrupting crimes all the time, intentionally or unintentionally, since you easily subdued the serial suicide murderer, some stupid criminals have been looking for you, Nina, maybe I should praise your IQ that has never been online.

Except for someone or something from the unknown organization, you never paid attention to other obvious murders. "

"Murder?" Nina murmured softly, "I thought it was just a coincidence that I had some bad luck recently, and occasionally I would encounter gun robbery while walking at night."

Maybe she should think of a way once and for all, find a chance to find their stronghold, and send them all to Scotland Yard.

While the two were talking, the car lights on the road suddenly flickered a few times, and Lestrade came over, "Good evening, Miss Roberts, I'll take you back." Lestrade looked at Nina and asked.

"I don't ride in a police car."

"He means thank you very much, Inspector, but we can take a taxi back." Nina explained with a smile.

"I understand." Lestrade smiled and glanced at Sherlock who did not refute. "He seems to have a fever. I'll go first. Goodbye, Miss Roberts."

Lestrade turned around quickly and got into the police car in front of him. After the police car drove away, the street darkened instantly.

"I'm fine, don't pay attention to Lestrade's words." Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth and said, avoiding Nina's gaze, he immediately lifted his feet and left the spot, walking towards Covent Park.

The shooting at Roach Villa has not affected Covent Park in the slightest. It is still very lively here, with theaters, ancient buildings, and pubs. Tourists from other countries can be seen in the market from time to time.

Sherlock walked to a small tavern, opened the door and walked in. Nina stood in front of the door, looked up at the name of the store, and smiled helplessly. She remembered that not long ago, Sherlock rejected her invitation.

The owner of the store, Sewell, walked up to Sherlock after he entered the door, and shook his hand in a friendly way, "Sherlock, long time no see, you haven't been here for a long time, what you want on the menu, everything is free, including your date .”

"Thank you for your kindness, sir, we are just ordinary friends." Nina explained to Sewell, her fair cheeks suddenly felt hot.

Sewell nodded knowingly, and said to Nina: "Sherlock once helped me get rid of the crime of murder."

"This is Sewell." Sherlock briefly introduced, "Two years ago, a huge serial murder occurred. I proved to the police that Sewell was carrying out robbery elsewhere."

"He cleared my name," Sewell said earnestly.

"It's just a murder charge." Sherlock corrected, and handed the menu on the table to Nina, "You come first, now, you have time to talk about what I want to know, Nina."

"Thank you." Nina took the menu, and after a quick glance, she blinked and looked at Sherlock, "I don't know how to read minds, I don't know what you want to know, big detective."

"You know, about the feds."

Nina picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip to suppress the surprise in her heart. She should have been familiar with Sherlock's reasoning ability comparable to mind reading.

"Miss Jean Heat found me in the afternoon and wanted to talk to me about my parents... They died in car accidents in California and London 12 years ago respectively, and Miss Jean Heat thought that the two car accidents were not accidents, so she hoped I can provide more information."

"Go on," Sherlock said, "You'll keep some information, you don't fully trust the federal agents."

"You think I trust you completely, sir?" Nina put down the menu, looked straight at Sherlock, with a vague smile on her lips.

"That's the truth." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "You need my help, Nina, you're in trouble."

Nina shrugged helplessly, and did not refute Sherlock's words. She did trust Sherlock, and this trust grew exponentially from the day she arrived on the island.