[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

The inspector drank the tea in the cup and left in a hurry. As soon as he went out, Sherlock rushed over and gave Su Fu a hug, and said excitedly: "Aha, Su, did you hear that? The three of them sounded the same. People of any kind murdered in the same way in different places - you're right, how sad!"

"Come on," Su Fu patted him on the shoulder, "I think you can't wait to go to heaven now, you'll swell when people die in London, why are you so unfriendly to the people of London..."

Sherlock said noncommittally: "Well, I'm a high-functioning sociopath."

"Okay, let's go to the scene now," he grabbed the windbreaker and gloves, "Scotland Yard can't wait!"

Su Fu retorted slowly: "It's because you couldn't wait."

He strode to the door with great strides and opened it. He turned his head after taking the first step, "Su, why don't you go?"

Su Fu nestled on the sofa: "I'm not a detective, what should I do?"

"Oh—you said it," Sherlock pulled her up, "I must call you when I go out to investigate—"

"Okay, just go, go out and meet people, anyway, the dead and the living are all human, there is no difference..." Su Fu muttered, thinking that if he told a lie, he would have to use thousands of lies to cover it up. How fucking mad.

She changed her shoes, put on her coat, and Sherlock had already gone downstairs, waving at the side of the road: "Taxi——"

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The crime scene is a bit remote.

Although the newly planned area to be developed is not far from the city center, all the residents have been relocated because of the development, so there is no one here.

The remaining few solitary houses were not demolished, and the messy wormwood in the small garden was growing wantonly. The carefully planted roses danced and entangled, and the delicate petals were stained with the dried blood of a dead woman.

"The identity of the deceased?"

"I only know the name, and the others are still being verified..."

Sergeant Donovan obviously didn't welcome Sherlock's arrival very much. He was inspecting the corpse, and Su Fu was standing beside him blowing the wind, and had no intention of lowering his head to help him at all.

"What's your relationship with that freak—sorry, Sherlock Holmes?"

Su Fu froze for a moment before turning around: "Did you ask me?"

"Of course," Sergeant Donovan shrugged, "You also went to the scene in Moniton last time..."

"I..." Su Fu originally wanted to say "I'm his friend", but she suddenly remembered that when she watched Shenxia in her previous life, Sherlock seemed to have said that she didn't need friends. She shook her head and had to change her words, "I am his friend." roommate."

"Roommate? So you are living together?"

Su Fu suddenly felt that she had a toothache. This sentence was obviously ambiguous, but she couldn't find a reason to refute it...

She explained patiently: "It's just a shared rent——"

But it was obvious that Sergeant Donovan didn't listen to the explanation. She had a ghostly expression on her face: "Oh my God, the freak actually has a girlfriend. How did you put up with him?"

Su Fu continued to explain: "I'm not his girlfriend..."

"You're even wearing the same style of clothing."

Su Fu: "..."

If you tell me, you might—no, you certainly won’t believe it. I wear a long trench coat just because I can hide my wand so that I can take a wave of Avada anytime, anywhere.

"Su," Sherlock stood up and turned around, "won't you take a look?"

"My deepest condolences to this young and beautiful lady who died untimely—"

"Lestrade, please give her medical gloves."

The inspector grabbed a pair of disposable medical gloves from the car next to him and handed them to Su Fu, who took them over: "Okay, you know everything, why—" She knelt down, "Do you want me to read it again? "

She spoke and pulled the arm of the female corpse lying on the ground.

The victim was about 25 years old, of standard Germanic race, blond and blue-eyed, and was very fashionable and beautiful. However, the left side of her head had suffered a severe blow, and the place where her eyes ended at the temple showed radial bone fractures, her skin was completely split and peeled off, and she lost blood. The wound was relatively large, and there was only one wound on the whole body, which was classified as a fatal wound.

Su Fu looked at it for a while, then pulled up the collar of the victim's clothes, took out his mobile phone and pressed it for a while, then raised his head and said, "Sherlock, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Well," Sherlock's voice was low, almost nasal, "I need to organize my thoughts—tell me about your observations."

Su Fu took off the medical gloves, looked up and said, "The deceased was between 25 and 30 years old, with low education, and probably worked as a hotel hostess with low wages and poverty. He had been to a bar a few hours before he was killed. Ex-con for marijuana use, but recently found a very rich boyfriend—"

"At least a four-star hotel," Sherlock continued, "The embossed tissues in her pocket are only provided by hotels above four-star."

Lestrade frowned: "But, what if she lives in this hotel? Don't the guests bring the hotel's embossed tissues?"

"She is a waiter," Su Fu said. "The calf muscles are prominent and strong, which means that she has stood for a long time and her heels are slightly deformed. This is the result of wearing high heels for a long time. Her skin is fair without any tan marks. She works indoors and wears heavy makeup." But the fingernails are unadorned and neatly trimmed, and the hair is loose but heavily waxed, indicating that she has pulled her hair up for so long that she had to apply a lot of pomade to eliminate the creases in her hair, because the service work required Dressing and grooming must be decent, general hotels do not have such strict requirements on waiters, if it is a four-star hotel, it makes sense, but as far as her financial situation is concerned, she must not be able to afford it.”

Sergeant Donovan frowned and said, "How do you know she's poor, obviously her dress is a famous brand—"

"Oh——women obviously understand women better," Sherlock said with a slightly exaggerated tone, "Her skirt is a famous brand, but it must have been given to her by the married man she hooked up with—yes Yes, not a boyfriend, but a lover.

She doesn't like the look, that's why she wears it to the bar, even if the skirt is stained with cheap whiskey and candy syrup... Sue, she doesn't have a history of smoking marijuana, but Never had a break, I guess she never graduated high school, because she even misspelled the name 'Alexis' three times and didn't get it right - yes, on the back of her left hand, probably the bar There is a handsome guy who looks right..."

He stood in a different direction, where he could see the face of the deceased more clearly: "Even a strange man who is easy to talk to has to leave his contact information, obviously she is not loyal to her lover, she is only interested in his money , this is a gold-worshiping woman who is greedy for vanity and by the way, her ring is not a ruby ​​but a normal high-cut zircon, which rich girl would match a cheap jewelry with a designer dress?"

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