[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Hey!" Su Fu chased after him, "You haven't said how you knew they were the murderers—is it because the black man is of Negro race, he might be from India? But his accent is wrong ..."

"Su, he doesn't necessarily have to be of Negro race, but he has to be from India. He is an American, with an accent from the southern countryside of the United States. He is a sailor - his skin is rough, and he has been tanned by the sea wind all year round. The calluses are thick, because he often pulls the cables and tie the anchor chains, the joints of his hands and feet are swollen, he obviously has rheumatism, and he has night blindness and scurvy because of long-term vitamin deficiency—can’t you really see it?”

Su Fu protested: "I was held to the neck with a knife, so I don't want to observe other people!"

Sherlock smirked: "But I don't think you're scared at all."

"Oh..." Su Fu said slowly, "I'm pretending."

Sherlock: "..."

"What else is there? How can you be sure that they must be the murderer?"

"Although the black man is not Indian, the other one must be from India. He wears a religious religious ring on his hand, and there is no cowhide product on his body.

And he is a businessman who pays great attention to his appearance and communication with people. You can tell from his coat that although the coat is stained with mud and stains, he still wears a tie on his shirt, although he uses a British name called Karl Jackson , but I think his real name should be Abbrand Waller, a Swede doing business in India, and the poor fellow who was cheated out of doing business with Alfred Green, who took the trouble to come across the ocean Going to England and committing heinous crimes is for revenge. "

"Tsk tsk tsk," Su Fu shook his head, "The amount of the contract was shockingly large, and it was agreed that the buyer would pay the purchase price first, so Val was cheated miserably—but that's not the reason for him to kill people. , this person is really..."

"What kind of sympathy does a murderer need?" Sherlock said sarcastically and sharply, "Sue, emotion blinds people's eyes and makes people lose their minds—"

"I knew you would say that." Su Fu laughed.

"You didn't refute?" Sherlock frowned, and said halfway, "What I mean is——if I express my point of view, others will avoid me."

Su Fu shrugged: "I don't agree with your idea, but I won't try to change. One day——if you want, you will change yourself."

Sherlock was silent for a moment, and his tone was unclear: "There will never be that day."

Su Fu smiled, but frowned suddenly: "Wait, I believe you said that the murderer was Val, but how did you know his pseudonym? I didn't see any information related to his name from him?"

At this time they went down to the first floor, and Sherlock didn't answer, Su Fu murmured to himself: "And that American said he has been following us all day—"

"Earlier, actually," Sherlock said at last, "I wonder—Sue, Valer, he walked by you and almost knocked over your soup, and you didn't recognize it? Yours?" Has memory reached such an incurable state?"

Su Fu: "..."

It turned out to be the bowl of Pi Yazi soup that was hated to death from the beginning to the end.

"So you have always known that we are being followed?" Su Fu paused suddenly, and suddenly realized, "No wonder you have been looking out from the window these days, I wonder what you are looking at - it is Green's company Was he after us that time?"

"the day before."

Su Fu recalled carefully that she happened to meet Sirius the day before going to Green Company, and went to Privet Drive at night, so where did Sherlock go and do that afternoon and night.

"You investigated the man who followed us—knew his pseudonym?"

"The owner of the fast food restaurant, Jeffrey, is an old acquaintance of mine. When I was 17 years old, I helped him find the evidence that his younger brother wanted to kill him to monopolize the inheritance, and prevented the murder. He has always been very grateful to me, so Wa When Le asked him about me, he reported to me immediately."

As the night breeze blew, Su Fu gathered the collar of his coat, and said slowly: "You took me to Jeffrey's fast food restaurant on purpose, because you know that Valer is following, and he is eager to know your progress. And I remember that Waller had a conversation with the boss for a while, was it your instruction?"

Sherlock also turned up his windbreaker collar, turned back and said: "He once asked the owner of the coffee shop in front of us about me - he saw it in the window of his house, he was eager to know my information, then 'tell' him Forget it...it's a pity, he thought he was very smart."

Su Fu patted himself on the forehead: "Actually, if it weren't for you, he would indeed be considered a clever murderer. You must know that he hardly left any traces of himself at the scene of the crime."

Sherlock was noncommittal, and seemed to want to refute her, but in the end he didn't speak, seeing her timidity, he said: "If it's cold, go faster—"

Su Fu followed him in two steps and walked beside him: "Waler followed and inquired about you because he wanted to rely on you to find that thing...Hey, you still said he was self-righteous, this person is very smart——right," she turned her head. Look at Sherlock, "The American didn't search you for anything, where did you hide it?"

As she spoke, she glanced around at Sherlock, as if trying to find out where he hid things.

Sherlock turned his eyes slightly to look at her.

Su Fu raised his eyebrows, then suddenly went to touch his pocket, and sure enough, he took out a small piece of folded paper.

She gave a thumbs up: "Wise!"

The corners of Sherlock's lips seemed to curve.

"Inspector Lestrade should be on his way to Midland Bridge by now—and then, how did you know they were hiding there? Because the soles of their shoes were covered in mud? Tess? Or something else?"

"Actually," Sherlock said slowly, "I just found a few homeless people I knew and asked them to help me track Valer."

Su Fu: "..."

indifferent.

"When we go back, the inspector must have arrested Valer..." Su Fu said unconsciously and unwrapped the mysterious object that was folded into small squares and caused several people to scramble and even die——

Borrowing the streetlight, after seeing the content clearly, she suddenly smiled, then sighed, but said nothing.

Looking up from a distance, there is a slight cold wind in the early morning brushing her temples, dissipating like mist in the night, the neon lights are quiet, here is close to the Thames River, and you can even see the majestic London Bridge in the distance.

"Sherlock," Su Fu called out, "Go back first, I want to go there for a walk."

Sherlock nodded, walking against her.

As the wind blew slightly, Su Fu put his hands in his pockets, and did not stop until he walked near the bridge.

The night was dark, the dark blue sky was clear and cloudless, and the lights on both sides of the Thames stretched into a long arc of light, which was then reflected into the water of the Thames, dyeing the black water as dark as night into a bright golden light curtain.

Looking down, you can see the huge port of London that stretches for thousands of meters. In the night, there are countless docks piled with containers of various colors. Shore cranes are scattered all over the place. Forklifts and straddle carriers are parked in rows. , it is much quieter here than during the day.

Su Fu still held the mysterious piece of paper in his hand——

It's actually just a bill of lading.

The name of the goods, the shipping mark, the carrier, the shipper, the port, the date of issue and other information are all available, except that the column of the holder is blank.

To be precise, this is a bearer bill of lading.

She laughed mockingly and lightly, and said to herself: "Four lives, I tried my best to fight and hide them. I thought it was something extraordinary, but it turned out...it was just a piece of waste paper."

"You know the rules of sea transportation better than I do. The truth of this case is nothing more than that."

Suddenly another person's voice came from behind her, Su Fu turned around abruptly, and saw Sherlock standing upright behind her, with his hands in the windbreaker pockets, and the night wind blew his clothes up, spreading them out like some kind of huge wings.

"Forged bill of lading," Su Fu shook the creased paper, pursed his lips and said, "This was issued by the captain of the Natasha, Paul Hult. According to general international shipping practices, the carrier usually Issuing a reminder bill of lading - can be endorsed and transferred, has strong circulation and is relatively safe, and is the most commonly used type of bill of lading.

But this... is a bearer bill of lading, that is to say, it can be transferred even without endorsement. Whoever owns the bill of lading is the owner of the goods. "

She paused, and Sherlock raised his chin: "Go on."

Su Fu said: "It should be Alfred Green who hired Harpersley Ocean Shipping's Natasha to transport the cargo—they may have known each other before, so Green chose the shipping company that Erwin worked for— —And Tyler Irwin wanted to embezzle the goods privately, so he got in the way, or he colluded with the captain Paul Holt to change the registered bill of lading or presentation bill of lading requested by Green into a bearer bill of lading——

So even if the bill of lading is delivered to Valer, as long as it is stolen or robbed, Valer has no way to prove his ownership of the bill of lading... I remember that Erwin did have a ticket to Mumbai in his wallet, and the time was just right a month ago.

He thought that with the bill of lading, he could obtain the ownership of the cargo, and then as long as he sold it, it would be a huge sum of money.

But what he didn't expect was that when Green signed the contract with Waller, he was cheating at all. There was not much stuff on his ship, and the agreement that the seller bear the largest CIF term was just to paralyze Waller and get him a large payment... And even if he got the bill of lading, what he brought up at that time was probably just a shipment of inferior or fake goods, or even empty containers.

After he got the bill of lading and returned to the UK, he didn't go home to avoid the limelight, so Mrs. Erwin posted a missing person notice, and he didn't expect that Waller would follow him to the UK, so he hid the bill of lading before he was killed. He told his mistress, but didn't think Serena Yake didn't understand what he meant at all, and just took the necklace from his body.

As far as Erwin's previous financial ability and spending situation are concerned, it is definitely not the first time he has been cheated by sea, otherwise he would not have so much money to buy a house, jewelry, and cosmetics for his lover-of course, Green is not the first time to commit crimes. . "

She pursed her lips again: "You're right, that's all."

It's just the result of two scammers and the tragedy of a gold digger.

The poor people who were deceived became criminals because of hatred and grievances, and the only innocent ones were the women who were implicated.

Sherlock sneered: "Boring..."

Su Fu also laughed, and asked, "Didn't you go home?"

"Go to Scotland Yard," said Sherlock, turning around, "if you'd like to meet our Mr. Murderer."

==

scotland yard.

No matter how the detective handled the case, he was still very efficient in arresting people. It was almost dawn when Su Fu and Sherlock arrived at Scotland Yard.

"Another sleepless night..." Su Fu laughed.

Sherlock was noncommittal. Inspector Lestrade didn't look very good, but he was very energetic and seemed to be in a good mood. He greeted Su Fu very kindly, and said to Sherlock: "He insists on seeing you ..."

"Ablanche Valle—" Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth and smiled without emotion, "Take me to see him."

"Well . . . actually, he's not Abram's Waller—"

Sherlock stared at him suddenly, and said calmly, "It can't be Valer."

"It's Val—but not Ablanche Val, it's Amir Val, son of old Val..."

Su Fu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be because of that defrauded contract that Ablanche Valer encountered some accident?"

Inspector Lestrade spread his hands and said helplessly, "He still refuses to confess."

trial room.

Through the glass, Amir Waler sat in the center of the interrogation room. He lowered his head, folded his hands on the arm of the chair, and remained silent.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes you want to see has come." Lestrade cleared his throat and said.

Val raised his head slightly and glanced ahead. His gloomy and surly eyes made people very uncomfortable.

"The things are here with you." He used an affirmative tone, and the voice came out through the loudspeaker hole, which sounded a little unclear.

Su Fu stepped forward, took out the receipt, shook it, and said, "It's here with me."

Waller leaned forward, shrugged his shoulders, moved his lips twice, and finally sat back in the chair without any movement.

"You just for this bill of lading?" Su Fu asked casually, "It's a pity that it's fake."

"What did you say!"

"Alfred Green is a fraudster," Sherlock said, "That ship is probably a fake, even if Tyler Irwin hadn't stolen the bill of lading, your father still can't collect the goods. "

Su Fu originally thought that Valer would be hysterical and roar, but he didn't expect him to be stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly for a while, and stopped talking.

Sherlock turned and walked away.

"I killed all the people—that bastard stole my father's order. He was in debt to make up the money for the goods. He lost the goods and couldn't pay the debts. He was forced to commit suicide when he was cornered!"

Su Fu put the bill of lading on the table outside the interrogation room, motioned Inspector Lestrade to take it as evidence, and suddenly showed a fleeting smile, she said: "This is not a reason for you to kill, Mr. Waller , Homogeneous revenge is a habit of primitive society, and you live in a society ruled by rules."

When she walked out of the interrogation room, she met Sergeant Donovan. She took a document and walked straight to Lestrade. For fifty thousand dollars, the murder weapon he used was a hammer, and the stolen money was hidden in a small hotel on the East Side."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and greeted Su Fu: "Frank, I heard that you found the murderer?"

Su Fu pointed behind him: "It's Sherlock—eh, where is he?"

At the same time, the mobile phone in her pocket vibrated slightly, and she took it out to have a look——

【Downstairs entrance——S·H】

Su Fu smiled.

In the twilight of the morning, her deep and clear eyes like glass narrowed slightly, the end of her eyes protruded in a flowing arc, and her long eyelashes drooped like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

She replied:

【Immediately—S·F】

(Fraud, Greed and Slaughter - End)

The author has something to say: The second part is also over. This case is actually quite simple. Almost all the truth is in this chapter. For the reasoning process, please refer to the previous chapters. If there is anything you don’t understand, you can leave a message and ask me.

PS, I don't study international economics and trade, so the case is really made up. If someone who majors in international trade sees it, please forgive me.

I will be very happy to open the third part tomorrow, because this part has a little more emotional lines, ah ha ha ha Although I am not good at writing emotional dramas at all, this does not prevent me from imagining all kinds of plots that let me go. I look forward to the same.

PPS, send an article to my love rival, Little Whale, who doesn’t know me once I changed Sherlock’s avatar. You can know Su and Tian just by looking at the name. You can click on the cover of the web page to go straight to it. There is also Juanjuan’s pre-accepted article "[Live] The No. 6 Idol in the Plane", the second career peak after the savior lost his job-became a gourmet anchor! !Very [-]'s.