[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"Sherlock, you have never been so polite," Dr. Lance shook his head with a smile, his blue lake-like eyes were reflected in a small arc in the laboratory, "you can use it, but before that, you have to give I'll be an assistant for a while, and if Jasmine isn't here, I won't trouble others."

"no problem."

Sherlock followed Dr. Lance into the sterile laboratory. Su Fu sat in front of a high-power microscope and looked around. Jump off the chair, go out and walk around the corridor.

The laboratory seemed to belong to the research department, and few people came over. She wandered around the corridor for a while, then stopped to look at the introduction of the researchers on the wall.

The first one is Dr. Edmond Lance. He is a doctor of biochemistry. Although he has made great achievements, he is only about 30 years old. He is really young and promising. When Su Fu came here to look for Jasmine for the first time, he thought that he and Jasmine was also an experiment assistant, so it was almost a joke.

She read Dr. Lance's rich biography, and her eyes stayed on the photo that seemed to be a few years ago. At that time, the doctor was younger and more immature than now, with a sharp edge hidden between the deep and three-dimensional brows. Sharp and arrogant, with a careless smile in his beautiful blue eyes.

The current doctor is much gentler, Su Fu thought, before Jasmine often told her that she made a mistake in the experimental procedure, Dr. Lance just told her how to correct it in a gentle voice, and never lost her temper.

Literally [-] times better than her cranky tutor in college.

She walked around and finally returned to the laboratory. At this time, Sherlock and Dr. Lance had already come out of the sterile room. Sherlock was taking off the plastic gloves on his hands, discussing something with the doctor, anyway. It's a chemical term, and Su Fu couldn't understand any of them.

At this time, her mobile phone rang suddenly, and she heard the ringtone of her own mobile phone, and she hurriedly reached out to take it out, but there were too many things in her pocket, and it was difficult to use the Flying Curse outside, so she had to use Fei Boss She searched hard, and finally found it. Some small thing was stuck on the charging socket, so she took it off and threw it on the table, and quickly answered the phone.

The call was from Isabella.

If she hadn't called, Su Fu would have forgotten that she had worked part-time in a cake shop. After chatting for a while, she apologized and told Isabella that she had resigned. Isabella felt a little regretful. , Said that he liked working with Su Fu very much.

Su Fu hung up the phone, and lowered his head to pick up the gadget that he had thrown on the table just now, only to find that it was the ice blue earring—the mysterious woman who had saved her accidentally left it in the suburbs of Hebein on the clearing.

She frowned slowly, knowing that she had met her just now.

She twisted her earrings and watched for a while, took a napkin to wrap it up, and Dr. Lance, who was turning around with the ion tube, suddenly stopped beside her. He was so tall that he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly against the light. , Su Fu heard him ask softly: "Su, is this yours?"

Su Fu wrapped up the earrings and put them back in his pocket, saying, "No—it was picked up."

"Su, they brought the corpse," Sherlock interjected, then put on the gloves he just took off, "Start work."

Dr. Lance nodded and said, "Then I won't bother you."

After speaking, he took the ion tube and went to the next door to clean.

Detective Inspector Lestrade personally delivered the corpse, but the expression on his face was not ideal.

"I can assure you that Mark Morrison is ten thousand times more stubborn than the most unreasonable old man in the world," he complained in a low voice. Bring Lisen's body here!"

"But you did it," Sherlock walked straight past him, turned back, and said with lowered eyes, "Gerson, good job."

"Yes—of course," Inspector Lestrade took a heavy breath, "he was so uncooperative that I had to tell him that I might arrest him for obstructing official duties before he let go— Wait, who is Gerson?"

By this time Sherlock had already entered the inner room.

Lestrade frowned and turned to look at Su Fu. Su Fu shrugged and said tactfully: "Inspector, you should know that he is like this. He never called others by wrong names—"

"But he can remember your name exactly!"

"Oh," Su Fu pondered, "That may be because my name only has one syllable, which is easier to remember."

Lestrade: "..."

In the laboratory.

When the corpse was brought over, it had been processed, and the dagger on the chest had been pulled out. Sherlock took a sample of the blood stains from the wound on the corpse. In addition, there is a hallucinogen, which has been taken for a long time, and the way of intake is currently unknown."

Su Fu said: "So the murderer broke into the bedroom when the victim was in a trance or fainted state after taking meth or hallucinogens, killed the victim, and then stole the property in the safe?"

"You don't have to use the pronoun murderer," Sherlock said as he placed the test tube on the shelf next to him, "Mark Morrison's name is not hard to remember."

As he spoke, he looked at Lestrade, and said in his puzzled eyes, "The body can be returned to that filial son." There was a chance to see my father buried before he went to prison."

Lestrade watched his movements, and asked, "That's all—and Mark Morrison was the murderer?"

The tone was rather annoyed, but more elements were indeed puzzled and curious.

"Of course that's the case," Sherlock sat on the chair in front of the high-power microscope that Su Fu sat just now, and tilted his head slightly, "A son who is frustrated in business intends to get his father's help but is stingy by his father." He ruthlessly refused, so he simply teamed up with the maid at home to kill his father and steal the contents of the safe, faking the illusion of thieves breaking into the house—it’s so simple.”

Lestrade: "..."

Feeling despised again.

"Okay," he spread his hands helplessly, "explain your reasoning process."

"The first is the furnishings of Wright Morrison's bedroom. The luxurious decoration style is simple but there is a ledger in the central drawer of the writing desk, which records the income and expenditure in recent years in detail. · Morrison's words - no one knows how many treasures his father has, all this shows that Wright Morrison is a very stingy person.

The maid Anna Moore, who has been working in Morrison's house for a long time, not because Wright Morris is used to her care, but because she has an affair with Mark Morrison... From the beginning she Just lying, there is an old sweatshirt in the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom, it should be Wright Morrison’s in terms of size and model, and the tensioner and small dumbbells in the corner all show that he has the habit of exercising, the sweatshirt It has not been taken away and cleaned, so he was killed shortly after he was replaced at night, so the most likely time for him to exercise should be after dinner and before going to bed.

At this time he should be either in the gymnasium on the third floor or downstairs in the garden, but how did the maid answer my question-she said that the last time she saw Wright Morrison yesterday was at seven o'clock in the evening bell.

She was on duty yesterday, how could she say she didn't see the owner when he was still in the house for an event - either she was lying or she wasn't in the house, but she was on duty yesterday so there's no way she wasn't in the house Li, and the reason why she wanted to lie was just to avoid the time when Wright Morrison took the medicine in advance, so as to show that she was ignorant and absent. "

"Even if this is the case, it can't be said that she helped Mark Morrison—why did he kill his father? Frustrated in business?"

"Mark Morrison is a stockbroker," Sherlock emphasized, "I checked the stock he represented recently, and it fell very badly. He should have lost a lot of money, otherwise it wouldn't have lasted for such a long time." Working overtime, he urgently needs money, so he wants to ask his father for help... But Wright Morrison is a miser, and their relationship has always been bad, so of course it failed.

He knew that his father had been taking drugs for insomnia for a long time, so he used the maid—because she was familiar with the time and dosage of all his medicines—to add other things to Wright Morris’ medicine, and Wright felt refreshed after taking it. If the will is weak, of course it is easy to be killed.

Here he obviously wanted to take advantage of it—even if it was later found out that the deceased had taken psychotropic drugs, it was because he had always had the habit of taking drugs, which was not very convincing, but he was still worried about being found out.

In the end, the reason why the security guard didn't hear anything was not because the alarm system was broken or because there was a hacker intrusion, but because the maid turned it off in advance so that Mark Morrison could steal the contents of the safe from the safe. Backyard escape. "

"The first thing Mark Morrison did when he came back was not to see his father, but to find a maid, and the maid has been hiding at the stairs and peeping..."

"that's it?"

"Of course it's more than that—" Sherlock showed a narrow smile, "This can only arouse my suspicion, so I asked Su to take a look in the maid's room."

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