[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Behind an abandoned stadium, the sewer pipes flow wantonly sewage and withered branches and leaves accumulate, and the diluted blood flows along the shallow canal until the original color cannot be seen clearly.

There was a tall, dark-skinned man lying on the side of the ditch, face down, with a horrible blood hole on the back of his head. The blood scab and the yellow and white brain were dry and coagulated together, disgusting and terrifying.

"He's been dead for at least thirty hours." The medical examiner Anderson, who was examining the corpse, looked up.

"It was too late to find out, if it wasn't for those playful kids—Oh!" Sergeant Donovan suddenly exclaimed, "We only arrived at the scene for half an hour! How did this freak know... "

"The fact that the freaks knew Paul Holt was in danger or was in trouble an hour ago, if only the detectives at Scotland Yard had the slightest ability, or came to find this case as soon as it happened. I, the poor man, may not die."

Sherlock quickly finished a long paragraph of words with a blank face, and then immediately bent over to look at the corpse. Su Fu, who was standing not far from her, brushed his hair and reminded listlessly: "Wear gloves, this is A corpse that has been exposed to the air for almost two days..."

Sherlock didn't speak.

On the contrary, Officer Donovan seemed to notice her, and said in surprise, "You—Frank, you didn't break up?"

"Su—"

"Ah?" Su Fu agreed, then turned around and asked, "What's the deal?"

"The murderer is still looking for something, and the one he found on Jacques, Tyler Irwin also has traces of being searched, now tell me—" Sherlock turned to Lestrade, "Erwin Is there anything similar about Mrs. Wen? I hope you still have the memory of the crime scene."

"Here are some photos." Lestrade pulled out a file bag from the car next to him, "You can see for yourself."

Sherlock opened the file bag, poured out all the contents and spread them on the hood of the car. Those were some very clear and professional photos of the scene.

The background is a warmly decorated bedroom with beige tones, and a pool of hideous blood spread on the abnormally clean floor. Mrs. Erwin lay curled up against the dresser, her forehead was sunken like the previous victims One step down, blood flowed all over her face, but she could still see her panicked and desperate eyes at the last moment before she died.

She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to grab something, but she could only hang on the ground in vain, scooping up the cold and silent air full of hands.

There are also a few other information and evidence collections, such as house numbers. The murderer is a very cautious and calm person, and there are almost no clues left at the scene.

Sherlock quickly browsed through the photos one by one, then randomly stuffed them back and threw them to Lestrade, and said: "He is looking for something, small and light, easy to carry—"

"...Could it be □□?"

"Ghost knows." Sherlock responded casually, and jumped out of the isolation zone as soon as he raised his long legs, "Sue—go back to sleep."

Su Fu chased after her, and when she walked out of the stadium, she asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go home to sleep."

In fact, however, Sherlock did not sleep after they returned.

He walked up and down the room, or sat on the sofa without saying a word, and when he paced, the curly, shiny black eyes squatting on the music stand followed him back and forth, and when he sat down, the curly black eyes rolled back and forth. Tilting his head and combing his own wing feathers, Su Fu felt that the owl might have fallen in love with Sherlock.

She was holding a computer to write a manuscript that hadn't been touched for a long time. She typed two lines and looked up at Sherlock. Sherlock said annoyedly, "Stop typing on the keyboard, it's too noisy—"

So Su Fu stopped.

He added: "Stop what you're thinking, it's noisier than typing on the keyboard!"

Su Fu: "..."

You said it as if you knew the Dementor Curse, labor and management really believed in your evil.

But she still closed the laptop, curled up her legs and leaned on the sofa, stared blankly at the front with her head empty, and then she fell asleep.

……

Su Fu was awakened by a loud and piercing violin sound.

The violin is a very elegant and beautiful musical instrument, but the person who can't stand playing it insists on messing around. Sherlock stands in front of the window and scourges the violin like a saw, so the sound he plays is simply magical.

"What are you doing!" Su Fu rolled his eyes and asked.

Sherlock turned around and raised his hand. The bow left the strings and drew a melodious arc in the air. He said with no expression on his face, "You didn't have a nightmare."

Su Fu: "...I think there is something wrong with your attitude, why should I have nightmares?"

"Well," Sherlock waved his bow and poked the owl curl aside on the music shelf, showing a half-true and half-fake smile, "Maybe you will say something inadvertently, such as... Amaranta .”

Su Fu's eyes sank, but the dark pupils were as calm as a mirror lake. After a moment, she seemed relaxed and said: "Amaranta Mafalty Frings, she passed away. Many years."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows lightly: "Germans?"

"Yeah," Su Fu nodded, "Germans... Germany is a very serious country, but she is as romantic and affectionate as the French."

Almost whispering the last sentence, Sherlock changed the subject and asked, "What about the things you forgot?"

"It's not that good," Su Fu held his forehead, "It will be hard to remember for a while, it's so troublesome and annoying..."

"One day." His smile deepened, and the faint shadows of lights outside the window changed and flickered, flowing across his face, making his smile look unreal.

Sherlock put the bow on the strings again, but this time the tune was melodious and lingering, like a silk thread, like a light song.

A clear wind blows through the half-opened window, and the melting moonlight pours in. On the silent street, there is an endless row of lonely lights, waiting for the dawn to dawn.

The clock on the wall "clanged", echoing thickly and slowly in the cold midnight air.

Looking at it from Su Fu's angle, one can see his tall and thin figure, his slender and strong fingers pressed on the strings, and his half-down eyes, with dark eyelashes that are clear but thick and uncountable. A small arc-shaped still shadow covered the face.

""Memory"?" She sat in a relatively comfortable position, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "What are you implying?"

Sherlock retracted the bow, and poked out the owl Curl, which had squatted stubbornly back on the music stand, again, causing it to protest strongly.

He turned back and said, "Su, the first time I saw you was at the Seth Le Opera House..."

"That's right," Su Fu nodded, "At that time...the theater was showing "Cats", so you just played that famous song just because you recalled the past?"

She laughed and said in a joking tone: "Hey, Sherlock, this doesn't look like you at all, you're OOC."

Sherlock didn't care what she said, he put the violin aside and mused: "Isabella Beatrice was drowned in the fish tank in the common room by her partner, Anne Lawrence, holding her head , she also stole her diamond ring, which Lawrence hid in ... a bottle of eye cream because no one could get out because the theater was locked down."

"Oh, I know this, it's still your deduction."

Sherlock asked casually: "Do you remember the brand of that bottle of eye cream?"

Su Fu: "...How could I remember?"

"OK," Sherlock snapped his fingers, "Considering your goldfish-like memory ability that can even discard childhood experiences, I'll tell you directly——It`sLAMER."

Su Fu's face was stunned: "What the hell?"

Sherlock glanced at her, and said with a "really so" expression: "Su, now I have to wonder if you are a 22-year-old young girl. You know the hair wax that was popular in Northern Ireland in the last century, but you don't know the famous cosmetics today. Brands, I guess you’ve really only heard of Maybelline, Lancome, Dior and Chanel.”

Su Fu: "..."

What to do? He said he was right and had no way to refute it. He felt that he would stay with Mr. Detective and take jujube pills.

"LAMER, one of the most famous cosmetics brands in the world," Sherlock said in disbelief, leaning back slightly, "the world is really impermanent, shouldn't you know this better than me? But I'm actually explaining it to you Introduce a brand of cosmetics—"

"Oh, I got it!" Su Fu tapped his palm suddenly, "I know La Mer, but I just can't remember it for a while, and I have a lot of things in my mind!"

"It's all useless stuff, why not clear it out?" Sherlock retorted, and continued, "Now, tell me, what do you think about our ongoing case?"

Su Fu: "...Then tell me first what is the relationship between cosmetics and contract fraud?"

"Ohjuses," Sherlock sighed loudly, leaning back, clutching his forehead, "I really shouldn't have expected anything from you."

He sat up straight, waved his fingers and said: "SMS - the last text message from Erwin's mobile phone to Yake - 'Atmyhouse, guerln' - 'guerln' - not Guerin, not Guerl (porridge), not guerilla (guerrilla), but Guerlain (Guerlain)! A French cosmetics brand!"

Su Fu: "..."

"He must have missed the spelling and sent the text because he was pressed for time, but Jacques had no idea what the text meant - so it should have been 'Atmyhouse, Guerlain'.

Mrs. Erwin is the only one who uses cosmetics in Erwin's house - why did Tyler Erwin tell Jacques about Mrs. Erwin's makeup brand?Think of Anne Lawrence, what did she do, hide her ring in eye cream, and Tyler Irvine—

Sherlock paused for a moment, then continued: "—he also hid something important in a bottle or box of Guerlain cosmetics belonging to Mrs. Erwin, it is light and easy to carry, otherwise the thing would not be put in Madam Erwin's cosmetics and she didn't even notice!"

Su Fu suddenly realized: "No wonder the murderer didn't find that thing after killing so many people. It turned out to be hidden by Tyler Irwin a long time ago!"

"It's touching," Sherlock said dryly, "that you finally understand."

Su Fu: "..."

She asked: "When did you think that thing was hidden in Mrs. Erwin's cosmetics—"

"You just fell asleep."

That is less than 10 minutes after entering the door.

Su Fu sighed sincerely: "Sherlock, you are really a genius."

"You've said this many times—" Sherlock waved his hand impatiently, "There were obviously two women at the crime scene that day, but neither you nor Sergeant Donovan thought of that. It’s a cosmetics brand that’s unbelievable…”

"No, no, it's not unbelievable at all," Su Fu interrupted him, and said sincerely, "We all thought about it, but you see, she thought of 'Gruel' and I thought of 'Guerrillas', which is There is no way, after all, IQ is flawed."

Sherlock: "..."

Probably he had never seen someone admit so unashamedly that he had a low IQ, and this was an honest person.

Su Fu asked: "Hey, since you have already thought about where that thing is hidden, why are you still sitting at home so calmly, shouldn't you rush out a long time ago according to your usual style?"

Sherlock said, "I'm waiting for you to wake up."

Su Fu: "........."

"But you slept for an hour and 32 minutes and didn't wake up, so I had to wake you up with the violin."

Feelings You ruined a good violin like that just to wake me up? !

Why don't you fucking go to heaven!

Su Fu: "... If you need to wake me up in the future, you can just call my name. Really, I'm a light sleeper—promise me, let me and your violin go."

Sherlock: "..."

"So now I'm awake—"

Sherlock jumped up from the sofa: "Then what are you waiting for?"

The author has something to say: Sue and Sherlock's first meeting was mentioned at the beginning of the chapter, if you forgot, go back and read it.

"Memory" is an accompaniment to the opera "Cats". "Cats" was once the longest-running opera in Broadway history. It won seven Tony Awards, which shows its awesomeness. "Memory" is also a famous film and television hit , pure music is a very long song (of course the lyrics are also beautifully written, but I haven't heard it), I can't find a suitable adjective, anyway, it just reminds me of the wonderful feeling of a moonlit night , interested ladies can search and listen.

Thank you ladies for your support, I love you.