[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Sherlock finished speaking in one breath, and everyone present could hear it clearly. Sergeant Donovan snorted coldly, obviously getting used to his style. Lestrade seemed to want to ask other details, look at Sherlock , looked at Su Fu again, rubbed his hands together, and finally asked: "Okay, then—"

"How did you know?" Officer Donovan asked Su Fu word by word, "How did you get those clues just now? She is poor, has low education, and found a benefactor or something..."

Su Fu frowned imperceptibly, but she finally said: "The bracelet she is wearing is pure 999 silver, exquisite in workmanship but old in style, probably inherited from her mother or grandmother, she often wears this bracelet or It is because the bracelet has a special meaning to her, or it is because of the value of the jewelry itself, but it should be the latter, because she does not cherish this jewelry very much, and the scratches are heavy, although it is often cleaned-it is a silver rub Cloth cleaning is not sent to a jewelry store for maintenance, because maintenance also costs money, which may be considered valuable among the few jewelry she has.

Her pomade is called 'Aniwell', you haven't heard of it, have you?Because this is a long-standing national brand, which emerged in the second industrial revolution and was once popular throughout Northern Ireland in the last century, but in the contemporary era, this enterprise has shrunk into a small factory, and not many people use their products. Girls The kids prefer trendy brand names, but outdated doesn't mean it's bad quality, on the contrary, this pomade is very useful, but at the same time - cheap, very cheap, this Miss Yake didn't buy trendy brands but Used this brand—"

Sherlock suddenly interrupted her: "Sue, you never use pomade..."

"Of course I don't need it," Su Fu frowned, "but this doesn't prevent me from knowing it, just like I never wear jewelry but I know that the crystal necklace in her handbag is a custom-made Swarovski this summer. value--"

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket and held it in front of Sergeant Donovan. On the screen was a necklace price display page, "Five thousand pounds, she certainly can't afford it. The necklace is exquisitely packaged and there is a small one signed 'Dear'." The greeting card, most likely it was sent by someone else, so I would think that she made a rich boyfriend, that's it."

"So," Sherlock asked with great interest, "where did you see that she smoked marijuana? The traces of her lipstick or the edge of her handbag—"

"Neither of them." Su Fu shook his head and said with a sudden smile, "I saw you checking her nails just now, so I paid special attention."

Sherlock tilted his head: "Very smart."

"But I have a question." She looked at Sherlock, "The murderer's motive, his criminal intent is very obvious, that is to kill someone. So, what is the motive of committing the crime?"

Sherlock changed his position and stood again. From here, he could clearly see the back of the dead man's head. He said in a clear and low voice: "Motive——obviously, the necklace worth five thousand pounds didn't make the murderer move. The credit cards and cash in the handbag Undamaged, so not money, well-groomed without any signs of struggle, certainly not for sex, but, watch her pockets, Sue—”

Su Fu raised his eyebrows: "The scratches on the outer layer are irregular, it should be hung on a tree branch, but the interlayer and the inner layer have been torn apart—is it to find something?"

"Of course, the traces of the handbag being searched were carefully covered up, but the torn pocket interlayer couldn't be restored, but they didn't find what they were looking for, so they took her phone—"

"Mobile phone?" Lestrade shouted, "It is true that none of the evidence at the scene belonged to a mobile phone, but it cannot be ruled out that the deceased did not have a mobile phone at all..."

"Oh my God, you can't even see this, it's so simple, there are earphones and a charger that go with it in her handbag, and the model of the charger can tell that the phone must be a new model that just came out in spring, and that Like a necklace, she definitely can't afford it, so it can only be given by her lover——Okay," Sherlock cut off the conversation abruptly, then took off his gloves and turned to pull Su Fu, "It's getting late, we should go back to eat... Aren't you looking for a job? Let's go, the trading floor will be closed any later."

Su Fu: Meow meow? ?

He pulled Su Fu to the side of the highway, and within 2 minutes of standing still, a taxi came over. Sherlock opened the door and sat in, then poked his head out: "Su, what are you waiting for?"

==

"You called a taxi a long time ago?" Su Fu put on his seat belt and asked, poking Sherlock's arm.

"Of course...because we're leaving," he said absently, looking down on his phone, "If I wait for Scotland Yard to investigate, I'll go crazy."

"So where are we going—"

"Oh—East End, very suitable for her status..."

"East District?"

Sherlock put on the phone, took out a small item from the other pocket and threw it to Su Fu, who quickly took it in his hand—a bunch of keys.

"...Don't tell me that you took it from the victim just now."

"Otherwise, can it still be the key to our house? I thought you could tell which key can open the gate of 221B Baker Street." Sherlock said disgustedly.

Su Fu: "..."

She said helplessly: "It is against the law to take away evidence at the scene."

Sherlock ignored her at all, and continued on by himself: "The largest key in this bunch is obviously used to open the anti-theft door. It looks bulky and old, because the anti-theft door that matches this key has not It has been eliminated before, but some old houses are still in use, the East District—you can still see such old houses in the East District—”

"Actually, I just..."

"But there are hundreds of old houses like this in the East District, how do you find a security door that fits this key—"

"Listen to me—"

"East End—"

"Sherlock!"

"Huh? If there's nothing wrong, don't interrupt my thinking."

Su Fu said helplessly: "I just want to tell you that I picked up a traffic card in the grass by the side of the road just now. I guess it belonged to the deceased. Let's check the records and we will know where she lives..."

Sherlock: "..."

After returning to the urban area, I checked the usage records of the traffic card. Sherlock had an acquaintance at the Ministry of the Interior, Mr. Fenrir, who provided them with the card's registration date and the owner's login information.

The owner of the card is indeed Serena Yake, but she seems to have not used that card for a long time. The last recharge record was at a subway station on Lordland Avenue in the West End of Kensington, and the time was three months ago.

Su Fu flipped the card between his fingers, and sighed, "The clue is broken."

"How is it possible...Su, think carefully about what you missed?"

Su Fu shook his head sincerely: "I can't remember."

Sherlock showed an impatient expression: "Su, you always only pay attention to the superficial things, you need to observe when you can fully use your brain—"

"Oh, that's never possible," Su Fu interrupted him neatly, "My brain capacity is only so small, you can't judge me by your standards, remember—"

She turned to Sherlock and said quietly, "There is only one Sherlock Holmes in this world. You are a genius, but I am not."

Sherlock was silent for a while before saying, "Others won't think I'm a genius."

"Then what do they think you are?"

"Freak."

Su Fu remembered Sergeant Donovan of Scotland Yard's strange expression when he mentioned him, and couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Genius is always not understood..."

"Oh Su, what are you thinking?" Sherlock's tone was ten thousand times more disgusting than before, "Why should I care about ordinary people's thoughts, look at how pitiful they are, their little goldfish-like heads are filled with trifles that make them worry endlessly -"

A burly man next to him turned his head and looked at them coldly.

Su Fu blurted out: "Don't mind that he is mentally ill, I am about to send him to compulsory medical treatment, you know, generally severe mental patients will always say that they are geniuses..."

Sherlock: "..."

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