[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Are you in the haunted house?" Su Fu asked subconsciously.

"To the station in the town." Sherlock explained, dragged her out of the car, walked a distance on the street and found a crowded restaurant to squeeze in, and finally found two empty seats in the corner , the busy waiter immediately took the time to come up and throw the menu to them, then turned around and went back to work.

"so many people……"

Sherlock folded his fingers together, resting his fingertips on his chin, looked at her and said, "It's to your taste."

Su Fu let out an "oh" out of interest, casually flipped through the menu, and greeted the waiter, "A serving of spaghetti with beef tenderloin with black pepper."

Then he asked Sherlock, "What about you?"

Sherlock followed her and said to the waiter, "Two servings."

The waiter responded and removed the menu, then turned around and placed it on another table.

"There are too many people these days, so busy..." After finally being free, the waitress fanned herself with the menu and complained to the young boy behind the bar.

"They're all tourists, you know." While wiping the glass goblet, the boy kindly winked at the waitress, obviously they knew each other very well.

"If it were me, I wouldn't dare to go to any house," the waitress put the menu in her apron pocket and muttered softly, "No one in the town would go, and only those stupid outsiders would be interested... "

The young boy pursed his lips and shook his head, obviously agreeing with her statement, and then continued her words: "Not to mention that someone just died."

Because Su Fu sat relatively close to the bar, even if the restaurant was noisy, she could basically hear their conversation clearly. She poked the drink cup in front of her and whispered to Sherlock: "Did you hear me, go to the haunted house It’s all stupid hats that visit.”

"We're not going to visit." Sherlock retorted briefly, and stopped talking.

The pasta was served, Su Fu took a bite, and felt that what Sherlock said just now was good, she really liked the taste of this restaurant's food, so she ate almost all the noodles on the plate.

After eating, she looked at her mobile phone for a while, and then Sherlock pulled her and followed the flow of people into a sightseeing bus, which was going to the haunted house.

The seats in the car were full, and the tour guide excitedly took the microphone and said loudly: "The place we are going to today is a house, an unusual house, we usually call it a 'haunted house', this house It was first built in 20. Since the first homeowners both passed away, there have been supernatural events happening here, and more than [-] of them have happened so far. The tourists who come here are very brave..."

His exaggerated explanation did not arouse Su Fu's interest, but he continued to look at it with his mobile phone.

The sightseeing car arrived outside the haunted house, but to the disappointment of all tourists, they did not enter the haunted house, but just stood outside the fence and took a few glances at the so-called haunted house.

"Uh... this house is still private real estate." The tour guide explained.

The tourists looked in regretfully from outside the fence, and some of them had already left cursing. Su Fu stood not far away, squinting at the house. The house really has a "haunted house" temperament.

Whether it is its castle-like land area, rich red and white color scheme, the baroque roof that was once beautiful but now covered with fine cracks, or the yard full of weeds and the rusty gate entwined with withered vines, the whole It permeates a gloomy and old-fashioned atmosphere.

When people get closer, they seem to be able to feel those deep, long and dark corridors, those sluggishly burning dirty candles, those weird and twisted huge murals stained with blood, and the sudden sound of clogs on those mottled mahogany stairs.Or the chains in the basement screamed long and faintly, while the bluestone window steps were overgrown with moss, and behind the heavy green ivy, the poisonous snake hissed and spit out letters, just like a ghost singing unjustly.

"Let's go." Su Fu went over and tugged at Sherlock's sleeve.

He didn't refute either, and let her drag him to the side of the street.

"Let's find a place to live first," Su Fu said.

"I thought you'd want to go back to the city."

Su Fu stopped in his tracks, let out a long breath, and whispered to him, "Let's go in to have a look at night."

Sherlock said, "Are you interested in haunted houses?"

There was a palpable smile in his voice.

Su Fu frowned, looked at the crowd passing by in the depths of the street, and murmured, "It's not as simple as a murder..."

The town is already close to tourist attractions, and the most important thing is a hotel. They quickly found one. Su Fu sat by the window in a daze, and Sherlock asked her, "Aren't you going to look at that case?"

"That house was built by a couple named Montcomari in [-]." Su Fu seemed not to have heard his words. "The owner was originally a doctor, but later people discovered that he and his wife were working in the basement. The illegal abortion business has been in the business for many years, killing many young pregnant women who have no money to go to regular hospitals. The cause of death of the Montgomery couple is still unknown. No one knows whether they were murdered or something else. , will die strangely, and the police can't find out the cause of their death, so it will become an unsolved case forever..."

"Like Elizabeth Ann Short?"

"The Black Dahlia tragedy..." She frowned, "Do you think those unsolved cases are exaggerated?"

"The rumors will naturally become distorted after a long time," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Don't trust your ears too much..."

After a while, he suddenly said again, with a dry tone: "Of course, sometimes you can't trust your eyes. After all, there are too many unscientific things in this world."

Su Fu lowered his head and smiled, "I know you are ready."

night.

The stars and the moon are bleak, and the sky is like a cover.

The streets of the town are still bustling, and the vendors in the night market are sparing no effort to sell their small things to the passing tourists. The accents of various places coming and going are symphonic, like a strange miscellaneous music.

Su Fu and Sherlock avoided the crowd all the way, and walked quickly to the haunted house they had just visited during the day.

The haunted house at night looks even more ominous. Under the surging dark clouds, an ignorant first-quarter moon is outlined in the clouds. Because of the thick clouds, the sky looks particularly low, as if those hazy clouds are gushing out from the dark windows of the old house. Yes, and the rose bushes that have not been built for a long time are like ghost claws showing their fierce appearance at night.

Su Fu stepped forward and pushed open the heavy iron door, which was not even locked.

Weeds in the yard covered the yellow and black isolation belt, showing the fact that this place was once a murder scene.

Su Fu stepped across the barrier, and the flashlight shone on the gate of the haunted house. He could clearly see that the gate was half-closed, and a gap darker than the night stood between the two old-fashioned wooden doors.

"I guess the current owner doesn't want this house anymore, but I'm afraid it won't be sold." Su Fu laughed.

"There are always some lovers of special things in this world. You will never understand their preferences..." Sherlock stepped forward and pushed open the half-hidden door, and there was a long "squeak" in the silent night sky.

"Just like you." Su Fu put out the flashlight, took out his wand and recited the Luminescent Charm, "Ordinary people can't understand why they are so interested in these messy cases."

Sherlock pretended not to hear her, and reminded: "The light of your spell is too dim."

Su Fu made a "cut" sound and recited another spell. The faint blue flame on the tip of the wand suddenly rose against the wind. The flame was almost three times stronger than before, and the blue light immediately illuminated the entire hallway.

Sherlock: "...as you please."

The two of them walked through the dark hall together and went to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Of course, the report that Su Fu saw on the mobile phone did not give a detailed description of the case that happened in the haunted house. In the afternoon, Sherlock hacked into the file system of the Los Angeles Police Department and copied a copy of the investigation record of the scene of the case. .

According to the forensic autopsy files, the deceased was a Caucasian female between 23 and 25 years old, with a height of 160 centimeters. Injuries, multiple comminuted fractures of the bones, dilated pupils at the time of death, obvious features of cardiac arrest, and excessive fright.

The master bedroom on the second floor was the first death scene of the deceased, and it was the place where Su Fu and Sherlock were going at the moment.

The old-fashioned mahogany stairs made a "creaking" sound as if they were overwhelmed, and they were crying in the night. The blue flame on the wand illuminated a faint blue around them, reminiscent of the miserable phosphorescent fire in the cemetery.

None of them spoke.

The master bedroom is in the first room of the corridor on the second floor. The door is wide open. On the deep red carpet, there is a vague human figure made of white lime, which is very conspicuous at night.

Sherlock crouched over with the flashlight.

After a while, he said, "Her movements were wrong when she died..."

Su Fu looked at the limestone outline on the ground, with her head facing the inner wall, both arms stretched out towards the wall, her leg bones should have been broken, so she bent it out at a strange angle, the entire limestone outline looked like a small A stickman drawn by a child indiscriminately, it is impossible for a living person to make such an action.

"Such an injury is of course homicide, but if the deceased wants to escape from the murderer, he should be facing the door, or the window, why should he face the wall?" Su Fu said.

"Not only was she facing the wall, but she also scratched at the corner for a long time. The traces left behind should have been cleaned up by the police, but they can still be seen."

Su Fu moved the flame of the magic wand over, and sure enough, he saw traces of scratches on the corner of the wall.

"How can-"

Suddenly there was a muffled sound of a heavy object hitting the ground in the corridor outside the door, shattering the silent night.

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