[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Before the words were finished, someone's cell phone in the living room suddenly rang.

Su Fu dropped the things in her hands to answer the phone, and it was indeed Sherlock's that rang. She took the phone in and handed it to him, thinking about what textbooks Hogwarts first-year students need—yes, even if Xia Locke Locke is a genius, and from this point of view he is also a newcomer, so he has to start from scratch.

"Su, we have to go out." He said and turned to get his coat.

Su Fu closed the drawer casually: "What's wrong?"

"There is a case..."

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That case might not have been noticed in normal times, but Mycroft specifically called Sherlock to ask him to go and have a look. It was a burglary case. Thieves broke into the mansion of a wealthy businessman in the middle of the night and The safe stole a lot of jewels and killed the owner.

It sounds simple enough, but it all happened within 5 minutes of the maid and the security guard chatting face to face, and 5 minutes of the security guard changing shifts on the porch.

"This method." Su Fu looked back at the increasingly bleak autumn street scene outside the taxi window, and said, "It seems to be McDougal."

"If it wasn't for them—McCoff wouldn't be in such a hurry to call."

Half an hour later they arrived at the victim's home.

The isolation belt has been pulled up here, and a police car is parked on the small road at the door. It is obvious that Sherlock and Su Fu have met acquaintances again.

"It's not a big case this time, and there's nothing weird about it. What are you doing here?"

Sergeant Donovan's tone was not very friendly, and Sherlock didn't care about it. Inspector Lestrade yelled at the sergeant in a low voice, and said to Sherlock: "I have been notified, you go in .”

The wealthy businessman’s surname is Morrison. He is in the jewelry business. He also has a lot of collections at home. Obviously, this is why he was targeted by thieves. Morrison’s villa has three floors. The first floor is the living room and the side hall. There are three bedrooms, all occupied by maids.

The second floor is the dining room, small meeting room, study and bedroom, where Mr. Morrison and his family usually live, while the third floor is the collection room and gym.

A home theater is housed in the basement, and the rest is used as a garage.

The first scene of the crime was in Mr. Morrison's bedroom on the second floor, because Mrs. Morrison was invited by her best friend to go on vacation recently, and the two children - the eldest is named Mark, has grown up and is a stockbroker , the youngest daughter is Vivienne, who is still in middle school. The two children were not at home the night of the incident. The relationship between Mark and his father was not very harmonious. Recently, because of the busy work of the stock exchange, he often had to work overtime until midnight, so he simply slept in the office.

And Vivian stayed at her classmate's house because she attended her classmate's birthday party.

So Morrison's house was burglarized. On the night Mr. Morrison was killed, only two security guards were patrolling the outer porch and a night maid was active in the villa. According to them, the alarm system was not activated at all, and they even No sound was heard, and there was no movement in the house until this morning when the maid woke him up, and at first she didn't care because Mr Morrison usually didn't get up early on weekends.

But he still didn't see him up until ten o'clock, and the maid felt that something was wrong, so she hurriedly called the security guard and opened the door, only to find that Morrison had been killed in the room, and the safe in the bedroom was large. Open it, and the contents are gone.

It was only then that they realized that someone had broken in and committed an attack last night, so they hurriedly called the police.

The crime scene has not been destroyed. Mr. Morrison's body is still lying in the middle of the bedroom. He is a rather strong middle-aged man, still wearing pajamas, with a dagger stuck in his chest. The blood flowing from tears has shown a tendency to freeze.

Sherlock walked past Anderson's forensic doctor at the door, looked around the bedroom, and occasionally pulled out the drawer to take a look. This bedroom is luxuriously decorated, but the furnishings are much simpler. The most precious decoration is probably the one on the bedside table. A piece of old silverware, so the whole room looks very out of harmony.

Sergeant Donovan shrugged and said, "It has been searched, and there is nothing suspicious."

The windows and door locks are intact, there is no trace of fighting in the room, everything looks very normal, even the folds of the sheets that were raised are natural and there is no trace of fraud, only the safe under a huge wedding photo is open.

"Where's the maid?"

Detective Inspector Lestrade waved for someone to find a maid who was slightly short and chubby but had a sweet appearance. She was wearing a black and white maid uniform, her maroon hair was tied up in a small bun, and her face was He was bloodless, probably frightened by the sudden disaster at the owner's house.

"Anna Moore?"

"……Yes, it is."

Sherlock stood by the window and looked down for a while. Downstairs was a small and well-kept garden, where roses and chrysanthemums were in full bloom, pleasing to the eye.

He turned his head slightly to look at her: "When was the last time you saw Mr. Morrison yesterday?"

The maid Anna flinched and said in a low voice, "Seven o'clock in the evening."

"What time does Mr Morrison usually go to bed at night?"

"I can't tell... Sometimes it's late, sometimes it's earlier."

Suddenly Sherlock asked, "How long has your employer been taking drugs?"

The maid Anna turned pale again, and stammered, "I—I don't know, sir, did he take drugs—"

"Sherlock, no heroin or methamphetamine was found in the bedroom," Inspector Lestrade frowned, "and there was no trace of injection on the deceased..."

"Not all addicts will choose the two drugs you mentioned," he said as he opened the drawer and lightly took out a medicine bottle from it and placed it on the bedside table. A young police detective picked it up and looked at it casually. Said: "It's just a bottle of ordinary vitamins..."

Su Fu asked Sergeant Donovan for gloves, took the bottle and unscrewed it, and said after a while, "No, it's Quafe inside."

Sherlock quickly picked up her words: "The deceased had the habit of taking prohibited drugs. The medicine bottle was placed in the drawer, and the handle on the drawer was much brighter than the other side, because he often opened the drawer. Going to get the medicine bottle, obviously the time is not short, at least half a year.

At the beginning, it was just for insomnia—the thick blackout curtains, earplugs, eye masks, and the fresh lilies on the head of the bed and the lavender essential oil used all indicated that the owner of this room had suffered from insomnia, and Quafe, that is, Mebazolone has a very good hypnotic effect, but if you take too much, you will become addicted and cause mental symptoms. This drug is currently listed as a banned drug in all countries in the world—so where did Mr. Morrison find it? Banned drugs? "

As he spoke, he turned to look at the maid, and said coldly: "You take care of his daily life, it is impossible not to know that he has been taking medicine for a long time—"

"Mr. has been taking medicine for a long time. He has been in poor health for a long time. There are all his medicines in the drawer, but, I... I really don't know that it is a drug—" The sweet-looking maid was about to cry , but there was no one present to comfort her.

At this time, Sherlock and Su Fu's eyes fell on the photo frame above the open safe at the same time.

Sherlock stepped over and took down the huge photo frame under the surprised eyes of all the police detectives. Sure enough, a red letter—"M" was graffitied on the white wall behind the photo frame.

Su Fu frowned and said, "It's not them? Why are the signs different..."

McDougal's logo is in dark blue letters, with a thin fox entwined in a stroke on the right. Whatever Su Fu saw, whether it was online recruitment posts, graffiti on the wall when the bank was burglarized, or summer The forged pattern on Locke's arm was drawn very delicately, at least not without the extremely symbolic fox, but the letter they saw now was obviously drawn by someone casually and arrogantly. The material, it seems...

"Lipstick?"

Su Fu was puzzled: "Could it be a woman?"

"No," Sherlock knelt down to rummage through the wastebasket, "I think he just picked it up in the bathroom. It belonged to Mrs. Morrison's—"

As he spoke, he got up and brought a used up lipstick to the maid Anna: "Is this Mrs. Morrison's?"

Startled by him, the maid took two small steps back, recognized him for a while, and then timidly said: "Yes..."

"Have they changed their style..." Su Fu murmured, and knelt down to examine the dead body.

"This is—the same group as the bank robbery last month?" Inspector Lestrade asked, looking at the bright red graffiti, "This 'M' again—the alarm system must have been hacked by the hacker Invasion!"

"It's not the same group of people," Sherlock replied casually, and bent over to ask Su Fu, "Su?"

"Take him back for a blood test." Su Fu pulled his arm and stood up. "There is no trace of a fight, and no one heard the sound outside. The knife was inserted so accurately. It cannot be ruled out that the victim did not die at the time." waking consciousness—”

At this moment, there was a commotion downstairs. Inspector Lestrade poked his head out to inquire about the situation. It turned out that the family members of the deceased rushed back after hearing the news. The first to come was Mark Morrison, who had inherited Murray Mr. Sen's figure is very tall and burly, and his appearance is very upright. Because of overtime work, he has thick dark circles under his eyes, and he looks very tired.