[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

They passed by the nursing home that Su Fu had seen when they entered the town. There was a little girl sitting on the steps of the black gate, dangling her two thin short legs.

She looks about six or seven years old, her pale golden hair is shining slightly in the sun, her small white face is almost transparent, and there are two blue eyes like glass beads, and she holds a thin book in her hand. Looking at the old books, she immediately raised her head when she heard the footsteps coming towards her, but the smile on her face froze when she saw Su Fu and Sherlock, obviously they were not the ones she was waiting for.

Within a few minutes, the little girl was carried back by her mother. She seemed extremely reluctant, and kept looking towards the door. Finally, the mother and daughter disappeared.

Su Fu refracted the rainbow-colored sunshine between the tree gaps, lowered his head and gave a slight smile.

"It's so quiet in the town..." she sighed.

"The population here is less than [-]," Sherlock replied, "according to human—"

"I think of a song that may not be appropriate." Su Fu interrupted him directly, stepped in front of him in two steps, faced him, walked back and opened his mouth with a smile, "There are many stories in this small town, full of joy and joy, If you come to a small town, you will gain a lot—”

She only sang a few lines, and Sherlock showed a disgusted look, and said, "It's really ugly."

Su Fu was angry: "You actually said that Goddess Deng's song is ugly."

Sherlock looked at her with a look of "Are you stupid?" "It's just that you sing very badly."

Su Fu: "..."

She made a "cut" and stepped back to be side by side with him: "Then are you going to find Fernanda Oates?"

"Why should I go—" Sherlock said slowly, "This is a matter for the Bicester Police Station. I just need to sit in the interrogation room and wait."

"Oh," Su Fu said helplessly, "Inspector Lestrade's police/officer/certificate is really useful."

The next day.

They went to the police station as before, and this time Louis' father was also there. He was a middle-aged man with a strong build and dark skin, and he should be a sequelae of long-term sailing.

Detective Inspector Jackson with the mustache didn't welcome their visit very much, because the first sentence Sherlock saw him was: "Adele Costner is not guilty."

Detective Inspector Jackson had an awkward look of disbelief on his face: "Inspector——I know you work for Scotland Yard, but this is Bicester, you can check the files, but you can't conclude a vicious murder case without evidence Not guilty..."

Sherlock laughed ironically, and just about to speak out, Su Fu suddenly asked, "How is Miss Costner's cold?"

"What—ah, good, nothing wrong," Jackson waved his hand, "I've seen a doctor..."

"Thank you," she said with a smile, "but I suggest you listen to the advice of your colleagues at Scotland Yard. After all, if you wrong a good person, it will damage your reputation if you spread the word."

Inspector Jackson's eyes flickered for a moment, and finally compromised: "Okay..."

As he spoke, he looked at Sherlock, but the other party just lowered his eyelids and glanced at him, saying, "Just summon Fernanda Oates for a normal inquiry."

after an hour.

Fernanda Oates is here. Unlike Adele's petiteness, she has a tall and graceful figure. The traces of the Caucasian race between the eyebrows and the outline are very obvious, and she is obviously of mixed race.

The police detective brought her in, and she smiled kindly and somewhat awkwardly at the people in the room: "I'm Fernanda Oates, may I—"

"Please sit down." Sherlock pointed to a chair in the center.

"You are—" Fernanda said and turned to Inspector Jackson, who nodded majestically and motioned her to sit down.

"Miss Oates, condolences for the murder of your friend Kara Iris." Sherlock said suddenly.

Fernanda seemed to be stunned for a moment: "Yes—yes, Iris died tragically, I am very sad..."

"Did you invite Miss Iris to the party?"

"Ah, yes," Fernanda said cautiously, "There is nothing wrong with me inviting her to the party—I never thought that something like that would happen later..."

"Of course—it's understandable," Sherlock replied casually, and suddenly got up, but accidentally knocked down a chair next to Fernanda. The chair still fell on her arm.

She gasped in pain and "hissed".

Sherlock reached out to remove the chair that fell on her, and said calmly, "Sorry, Miss Oates."

"No...it's okay." Fernanda rubbed her arms, her face still pale.

"So can we continue?"

"sure, no problem."

"Who else did you invite to the party?"

"...Cliff, Adele, and Jerry, Jerry Vicente," Fernanda recalled, "and my sister Isabel. once?"

"What time did Miss Iris go back to your house to get her lipstick?"

"No—" Fernanda frowned, "She forgot her phone, not her lipstick..."

"You seem to be on good terms, Jerry Vicente's girlfriend—"

"Jerry doesn't have a girlfriend yet!" Fernanda interrupted Sherlock, and quickly glanced at Louis and old Costner who were sitting in the chairs by the wall.

"Well," Sherlock pursed his lips, showing an imperceptible smile, "You go to Carlson Hospital to buy sober medicine for your sister—"

"I didn't go to Carlson Hospital," Fernanda interrupted him again, "it's the town center hospital!"

"Okay." Sherlock turned around suddenly and pushed Su Fu to the front: "You can ask the rest."

Su Fu was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and gave him a "why" look, but Sherlock just lip-synced silently, but Su Fu didn't understand what he said.

She had no choice but to speak with a businesslike tone: "Hello, Miss Oates, I am now asking you for clues regarding the murder of Kara Iris on the evening of September [-]th. I hope you can actively cooperate and answer truthfully."

Detective Jackson's short eyebrows trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Su Fu added: "Of course, we won't convict you just because of your supporting statement. Everyone——before the court pronounces a sentence, they are all innocent."

Her tone was a little heavy, and her voice was a little more serious than usual.

Fernanda, who was sitting on the chair, shrank subconsciously, but still raised her neck and said, "Of course I'm not guilty - what do you mean? If you insist on this, I think I need my lawyer..."

Su Fu was expressionless.

Fernanda was still muttering that she wanted to find a lawyer, but Sherlock glanced at her and said, "Just look for it, I really need a defense lawyer to go to court."

"What are you talking about? What court!" Fernanda questioned, her voice was a little sharp.

"What's going on?" Detective Jackson exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Isn't Adele Costner the murderer!"

"Adele didn't kill anyone!" Louis growled, "It's all you incompetent detectives who wronged her..."

Jackson said confidently: "But she admitted it herself!"

"Of course the murderer was not Miss Costner," Sherlock said, "but someone else—"

As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, looked sharply at Fernanda who was sitting on the chair, but his tone was rarely cynical and teasing: "Miss Oates, you are not worried about the undeleted text messages on your phone ?"

"SMS? What short—how would you know!"

Fernanda fumbled for her pocket anxiously, and Sherlock smiled: "Jerry Vicente doesn't usually use lavender aromatherapy, I mean, do you understand Miss Oates - don't worry about your phone, it It’s fine, there’s no harm, and I haven’t violated your privacy—” He said as he threw out a small pink mobile phone with a relaxed expression, “But since you’re so nervous about it, there must be some… Interesting little secret."

At this time, Su Fu cared more about when he took the phone from Fernanda, because she didn't notice it at all? !

"No—this is, personal privacy!" Fernanda stared at the phone tightly, her gaze was like a hook, which seemed to be able to hook the phone back in Sherlock's hand, "Even if you are the police No way! I want a lawyer! I want to sue you—”

Detective Inspector Jackson interjected at the right time: "This is not in line with procedure—we cannot infringe on Miss Oates' privacy."

"Oh—of course," Sherlock put the phone on the table, "I didn't open Miss Oates' phone combination lock - I know the password is 8921, but I believe you will open it, Because you need proof."

"What are you talking about—"

"Oh, don't you understand Inspector Jackson?" Sherlock's tone was already quite impatient, "Miss Oates in front of you is one of the murderers who killed Kara Iris, not the one who was wronged by you." Dale Costner."

Fernanda Oates showed a sharp and sarcastic expression: "You are bloody!"

And the rest of the people in the room, including Detective Jackson, Costner and his son, and the other two detectives, were all in a dazed state of "who am I, where and what happened?" Su Fu said helplessly: "Mr. Detective, please forgive me, please explain."

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