[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Su Fu had no choice but to follow him to climb out of the window, and then walked all the way down the water pipe. When she landed on the ground, she thought to herself——I guess it won't be long before she can practice the awesome skill of climbing the window with one hand, and she will never have to climb the window again. Worried about missing the key.

In the middle of the night, the streets of the small coastal town are of course deserted, the street lights are dim, there is a slight sound of chains colliding on the pier in the distance, the deep and turbulent waves are endless, and the lighthouse flashes like stars sinking into the ocean in the west.

The place where Sherlock took her was the hospital in the center of the city.

Su Fu probably understood his intention.

The city of Hebein is not big, and there are not many criminal cases in a year, so the police station did not set up a mortuary. After the fire last night, the bodies of the people who were burned to death were temporarily placed in the parking lot of the hospital. In the mortuary, waiting for relatives to claim it, or to be thrown into the cremation furnace a few days later.

"You said it was arson during the day?" Su Fu said in a low voice, and he climbed over the wall with Sherlock into the hospital neatly, and walked in cautiously along the base of the wall.

While identifying the buildings in the dark, Sherlock said: "Well... Since you were not interested in the case before, you missed a lot of things, and it's normal that you can't follow my train of thought now."

Su Fu always felt that he was mocking him with inconsistencies.

"You go out in the afternoon, are you coming to the hospital?"

In just a few minutes, the two of them arrived at the door of the morgue without any obstacles. Obviously, he had checked here before.

There was nothing precious in the morgue, and the door lock was very simple. Sherlock took out a thin wire from his pocket, opened the lock within a minute, and then dodged in.

The room is small, empty and dark. There are two rows of plank beds on both sides of the wall, three of which are covered with undulating white cloth. When the wind blows late at night, the old and cracked glass windows are buzzing, and a few sparse and dim starlight enters through the window, illuminating the room. A corner of the bright white cloth was raised, and a toe with blackened flesh and blood came into view impressively.

It didn't smell very good either—it was a smell similar to burnt meat and then rotting, with some unfriendly bacteria growing.

Su Fu clasped the door frame, and said, "Is it okay if I watch the wind for you outside..."

Sherlock glanced at her with icy pupils, and said, "No."

Su Fu: "..."

She had no choice but to follow in. Just as she was about to hold her breath, she saw Sherlock lift the corpses on each of the three plank beds and take a look. Suddenly, he took out a pair of plastic gloves and put them on, grabbed the white cloth from the corpse, and raised his hand He tore off another shroud and wrapped the corpse in the middle.

Su Fu said in horror: "You, you, you, you can forget it, why do you need to pack it?"

"Come and help."

Su Fu: "...Do you really want to take it away?"

Sherlock has overlapped and tied two white cloths to form a simple bag, and stuffed the burnt corpse in it. He raised his head and slowly showed a "you understand" expression, as if he said helplessly. : "Honey, we have no other way."

"……All right."

Su Fu stepped forward and reached out to help him tie the knot, but he looked at the white fingers stretched out in the dim light, pulled the shroud aside, and said, "No need."

In the end, he twisted the four corners of the cloth together and knotted them, because the body fluids of the corpse had long since evaporated, and it was burned and deformed and incomplete. He lifted it up easily and shook it—a strange rustling sound came from the "bag" , Su Fu felt that the crispy bones that had been burnt must have been shaken away by him.

Sherlock carried a bag of dead bodies and went out without psychological pressure. Su Fu pulled the door lock and wiped the lock cylinder with his fingers when he turned to leave, and whispered: "Reparo (recovered as before)."

"Su?" He called softly.

"coming."

==

After walking for a while, Su Fu realized that they were returning to the hotel along the original road.

"You don't—you want to take the corpse back into the room?!"

Sherlock said as a matter of course: "Otherwise?"

Su Fu: "..."

"Haven't you thought about what you would do if you were found out?"

"Oh," he said indifferently, "I got hydrofluoric acid early, we just need a plastic bucket of low-density polyethylene and we can put these things in-"

He lifted the bag of corpses and shook again: "It was completely corroded and melted and then poured into the sewer."

Su Fu: "..."

At three o'clock in the morning, they returned to the hotel room - Su Fu climbed in through the window first, then used a piece of rope to hang the poor corpse up, and Sherlock came up again.

The lights in the room were still brightly on, and he could hardly wait to untie the knotted bags and spread them on the ground—as expected, the broken bones were even more scattered after his operation, with their arms and legs scattered in a mess. The hair and scalp were tangled together, the crumpled head was tilted to one side, and the necrotic eyeballs were crumbling, and it was hard to bear to look directly at him.

Su Fu frowned, he didn't know what to think of, and suddenly shivered.

She turned her head and didn't want to look, slowly locked the door and opened the window wide to diffuse the smell. After a while, when she turned her head again, Sherlock had quickly put the stumped limbs back into their original shape .

The face and facial features on the head were already tangled and blurred. After the upper body was burned at high temperature, one arm was pressed into the side of the body, and the other left only a piece of black bone, but the torso of the body was relatively complete, as if it was separated by something. There is even a piece of intact skin on the back.

But the legs were not so lucky, roughly the same as the arms, Sherlock glanced at the corpse on the ground, then went out, and came back with a gleaming knife in his hand - Su Fu recognized that it was the fat cook The bone scraping knife used to pick pork.

Sherlock quickly cut off the scorched head, and the knife in his hand sliced ​​across the surface of the horrific skull, making an extremely teeth-stinging "squeaky" sound, and Su Fu backed away. One step, leaning against the edge of the window.

An hour and a half later.

The originally shapeless corpse was "dissected" by him in various unimaginable ways. For example, the skull of the head was opened, and something indescribable was poured out from it. For example, the relatively complete torso was dissected. He was dismembered into several large pieces, even a complete rib was removed...

After working for an hour and a half, the first thing he said when he raised his head was: "This is definitely not Luna Walter."

Su Fu: "..."

"I don't understand now, what the hell did you bring back with the body—couldn't it be dissected in the hospital morgue? No one would know you did it—I promise."

"In that case," Sherlock tapped the side of the skull, and carefully took out a small object from inside, "you'll miss out on a good show... look."

Su Fu took two steps forward and bowed his head.

In his dirty palm, there was a bullet stained with blood and brains.

"She wasn't burned to death." Su Fu said in astonishment.

"Of course not—" Sherlock snorted softly, "The fire was just a cover-up, this is not Walter at all..."

He bent down and picked up a bone that looked like a hip bone and showed it to Su Fu: "The hip bone, sacrum and coccyx make up the human pelvis, which are connected by joints and ligaments. There are ligaments above and below the pubis on the left and right hip bones, called For the pubic symphysis, when a woman gives birth, the pubic symphysis will be stretched and separated, the ligament will be pulled or embedded in the bone, and a deep scar will be left. The lower part of the hip bone is deep and wide, and the edge is not smooth. Regular, uneven grooves at the bottom are commonly called birthing hooks, so—"

He threw down the human bone, clapped his hands and said, "This corpse has given birth more than once, and the latest one lasted no more than two months. You know what Walter has been doing for the past year, and this corpse The skeleton of the body would not have been more than five feet tall, but I have asked the innkeeper and others, and he has clearly stated that Walter should be between five and six feet tall."

"So——she just faked her death?" Su Fu frowned, "She's a widow, what's the advantage of cheating her death... Is it just to get insurance money? Also, if this corpse is not Walter, who is it—— "

Sherlock didn't answer her question, but just took off the blood-stained gloves and threw them on the ground, with a mysterious tone: "There is still a good show waiting for us..."

Su Fu thought carefully about the special actions he had done before, intending to guess some clues, but in the end he just rolled his eyes, because she didn't remember anything.

"Why are you standing so far away?" Sherlock suddenly said, "You have obvious resistance and slight fear towards this corpse, obviously you were not afraid of seeing the corpse before."

The slow wind comes from the sky, the light-colored curtains are fluttering, and the moonlight is whirling and shadowy.

Su Fu sniffed, and said, "Didn't you always ask me to follow your train of thought to speculate on the case, this time we switch, I will provide clues, and you will reason - why do I hate charred corpses?"

Sherlock's eyebrows twitched, and his clear blue-green eyes narrowed slightly: "You added the attributive -'burnt'."

"Yes—very good," Su Fu nodded, "Charred things, have you ever seen anything that was burned in my place?"

"The scar on your back—"

"No, that's not a burn, back in the day."

Sherlock pulled the disinfectant wipes to wipe his hands, while recalling, Su Fu felt as if he saw a sea of ​​memory information in his penetrating pupils, and the waves of thinking were rolling and sweeping, so amazing ...and addicted.

In half a minute, he threw the wet tissue into the trash can, raised his head and said, "Ring."

The author has something to say: all the information is checked, and the case is all made up. For the sake of storytelling and drama, there must be exaggeration. Professional bosses, please laugh it off, thank you all.

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