[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"She wants to rent another bedroom?"

Sherlock asked condescendingly as he stood on the steps with his arms folded.

Mrs. Hudson showed an expression of unbearable sorrow: "Oh Sherlock, you don't know how unfortunate Sue is. She was just fired this morning, and the house is up for lease again. Fate is too harsh on this beautiful girl. It's not fair, are you right..."

Su Fu cooperated with showing an expression similar to that of a deeply exploited working people, and she took a peek at Sherlock... His face was full of indifference and ridicule.

Well... I knew I couldn't hide it from him.

"Please," Sherlock said, walking upstairs sideways, "as long as I don't breathe too hard when I'm thinking."

Su Fu: "..."

Mrs. Hudson said: "Dear Sue, why don't you come and see your heart's bedroom? Although this room is not as big as Sherlock's bedroom, it is very suitable for a girl. Sherlock often goes out, such as He just went to Yorkshire last month, and it's been a long time, and I'm an old lady who's boring..."

Su Fu put on a harmonious smile: "Of course I would, Mrs. Hudson."

She went upstairs with the suitcase and entered a bedroom on the east side under the guidance of Mrs. Hudson.

The house is not small to be honest, and it has a bathroom and is fully furnished, which is perfect, and the curly-haired detective sits in the even more perfect living room outside.

Get the first achievement with almost no effort, then wait for the Reaper to show up, and either capture it or... kill it.

The window of the bedroom opened to the back street, relatively quiet, the window sill was spacious, Su Fu stood the box in the corner, and sat cross-legged on the window sill.

The light of the sun is just right, urging people to sleep.

She slowly closed her eyes, only to be awakened by the doorbell the next moment.

The sound of Mrs. Hudson opening the door came indistinctly: "... long...he is upstairs..."

Then there was a rush of upstairs.

Su Fu turned over from the window sill and opened the bedroom door—it turned out to be Inspector Lestrade.

The inspector who was about to speak suddenly turned his head, and his eyes suddenly changed inadvertently. He looked at Su Fu as if he had seen a ghost: "My God! You...a woman??"

Su Fu: "As you can see, I am not a man."

Sherlock said impatiently: "Leave her alone, start talking about what you wanted to say a minute ago now."

Inspector Lestrade returned to his senses with a solemn expression: "There was another corpse dismemberment case, this time there was only one dead person, but..."

"Place."

"Resident 3, 011rd Floor, Building C, Monidon Community."

Sherlock immediately stood up and grabbed his windbreaker: "What are you waiting for, Gavin, go now!"

After two steps, he had already reached the stairs, and Inspector Lestrade hurriedly followed.

"and many more!"

Sherlock turned around and saw Su Fu standing at the door of the bedroom also putting on his coat: "Mr. Holmes, can I go with you?"

"random."

He turned around and went downstairs quickly, Su Fu followed behind him while zipping up the zipper.

……

Crime scene.

Half of the corridors on the third floor were cordoned off, policemen in isolation suits came in and out, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Sergeant Donovan saw Sherlock walking in front of Inspector Lestrade with a rather troubled expression on his face. Sherlock came over and glanced at her. He pulled up the barrier and went in without saying anything. Zuo stopped Lestrade who was about to sneak in, and said word by word: "You didn't say you were going to find him!"

"Besides him," said Lestrade, shrugging, "I have no choice."

After speaking, he bent down and got into the isolation zone, walked to the door and turned back: "Who is the forensic doctor on duty today?"

Sergeant Donovan shrugged exactly as he did just now: "Anderson."

"Oh..." Lestrade patted his head and entered the scene.

Su Fu wanted to go in too, but Sergeant Donovan stopped her, frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Su Fu jumped over the isolation belt nimbly, and smiled: "Hi, I'm Sue Frank, and I'm with Mr. Holmes."

The sound of Sherlock arguing with someone came from the living room, vaguely mixed with Inspector Lestrade's shout, Su Fu turned sideways to avoid Sergeant Donovan, and entered the room neatly.

"...This must be committed by an acquaintance. There is no trace of fighting and resistance at the scene, and the door lock is not damaged at all, and it was locked from the inside!"

"Oh Anderson, you are a forensic doctor. You can't even deal with your own professional problems. Can you leave the reasoning to professional detectives?"

"So you think you're a professional detective? You're neither a Scotland Yard police officer nor—"

"This cannot be committed by an acquaintance."

The three people standing at the inner door turned their heads at the same time and looked at the young woman who was walking in.

"Who are you?" Anderson asked angrily, "You know so well that it wasn't an acquaintance who committed the crime?"

Su Fu sensitively smelled the smell of blood in the air, and frowned: "The owner of the house lives alone, a single male, a professional painter, has a slight social communication disorder, and has not been out of the house in a short period of time..."

As she spoke, she walked to the door of the inner room, "He has almost no friends and relatives who are in constant contact with him. Where did the acquaintances commit the crime—"

Pushing Anderson away vigorously, she poked her head inside: "Fuck his grandma's legs!"

"what!"

Su Fu turned her head indifferently, and found that her foot was stepping on the instep of the forensic doctor Anderson. She tried her best to suppress the discomfort in her heart, but her face was even more indifferent. She withdrew her foot and said without sincerity: "I'm sorry."

The smell of blood is so strong that one can imagine how horrible the scene inside would be, but it still surpassed Su Fu's imagination. The victim's corpse—if it can still be called a corpse, only half of the head and narrow body were left. The body, and the arm that was broken into several bloody lumps, if it weren't for the incomplete and curled fingers, it would be impossible to recognize that it was a human arm, and some eyeballs that were broken into several pieces were splashed and stuck to the wall. Rolling on the floor, it is no wonder that Su Fu would curse directly.

"Obviously the door is locked well, so where did the murderer come in from!"

"There!"

"window."

Su Fu pointed at the broken and cracked floor-to-ceiling windows, and Sherlock put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker in a leisurely manner.

Su Fu's figure was reflected in his gray-blue pupils, but his eyes were deep and cold without any emotion.

Su Fu stared at the tragic scene inside, with a gloomy look on his brows, his eyes were colder than his.

The corpse is still very new, that is to say, it hasn't been long since the person died. Most likely last night, the reaper broke in through the window, opened his bloody mouth under his horrified gaze, and took the living human beings to death. Swallow it into the intestines as food.

"How is it possible!" Anderson was still babbling, "How could the murderer break through the window glass to get in? It's unreasonable..."

"This is not common sense," Su Fu said expressionlessly, "This is the truth."

Lestrade looked at her, then at Sherlock: "Okay... well, I mean, is there anything else? Clues or something..."

Sherlock turned around and said quickly: "Miss Frank was right. The deceased lived alone and had hardly been out of the house recently. Obviously, he was rushing out a batch of drawings, which was related to his livelihood next month. Judging from the direction of the splash of glass shards, the murderer is from a broken window. He must have carried some kind of heavy equipment. It wasn’t for the purpose of robbing money, so it was a murder of love? He hasn’t made friends in a romantic relationship for a long time, oh, it can even be said that he rarely makes friends. I have had friends, so it is unlikely, vendetta? Lestrade, I need your help to investigate his life and past..."

Su Fu stood at the door, thinking, if the reaper who committed the crime was not the same as the one she met last night, then how many such vicious and dangerous hidden dangers are lurking in the city of London, and even the whole of Britain?

At this moment, Sherlock, Lestrade, and medical examiner Anderson also came out. Sergeant Donovan answered the phone, and then went to Inspector Lestrade and whispered: "The case of Lister, the details of the criminal preparation ..."

Sherlock strode across the cordon this time, and when he reached the corner of the corridor, he suddenly turned around and said impatiently, "Frank, what are you waiting for?"

Su Fu hurriedly followed, walked two steps and then turned around as if thinking of something, and said to Officer Donovan in a discussing tone: "Crime acts only have the stages of preparation, initiation, execution, and completion. I never knew the British criminal theory. The system is so outstanding, there is a 'preparation' doctrine?"

Sergeant Donovan: "..."

Su Fu turned around the corridor and found that Sherlock was waiting for her standing at the elevator entrance. He hurried over to say thank you, but when he saw the small elevator screen displayed "The elevator goes up to the 12th floor"... It turned out that he was not waiting for her, but was waiting for her. Wait for the elevator.

After going downstairs and getting into the taxi, Sherlock remained silent until he returned to No. 221 Baker Street. Su Fu was about to go into the bedroom to pack up his things. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, he came from behind. A deep and pleasant voice: "Let me tell you, how did you see the details of the life of the deceased just now?"

Su Fu turned around, smiled and said, "You clearly know—"

"Say it," Sherlock interrupted her roughly, "don't be complacent just because you have a slightly higher IQ than everyone else..."

Su Fu: "...Are you really being rude?"

Sherlock raised his chin slightly arrogantly: "Isn't it?"

"I'm speechless..." Su Fu said, "Well, a man who lives alone, it can be seen from the furnishings and clothes in the room, the shoes in the entrance, etc. There are easels and cabinets near the window in the living room. There are paints and paintbrushes of various models and colors on the top, most of the trash cans are takeaway boxes, and all the shoes on the shoe rack are dusty, which means that he has not been out recently..."

"What about social communication disorder?"

"I looked at the cell phone address book he threw on the sofa. Apart from food delivery and property management, the most frequent contact is the partner. The last contact is even an unfamiliar number. This person has almost no friends and rarely calls his relatives. Generally, people who stay at home and work for a long time will have slight social communication barriers.”

"OK..." Sherlock folded his hands under his chin, "It's perfect, but you didn't see that he is a left-handed homosexual, has a penchant for masturbation, and has been in a state of anxiety for a long time."

Su Fu: "..."

She lifted a pillow under her arm, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and said helplessly, "I'm not as smart as you, I can't see it."

Sherlock: "Oh."

Su Fu: "..."

"Well," Sherlock shrugged, loosened and curled his slender fingers, and his body leaned forward slightly against the back of the sofa. This action made him look extremely oppressive, "Now let's say, you moved here What is the purpose of Baker Street? You were not fired by Star Entertainment, you didn’t even go there this morning, and the rent for your apartment at No. 65 Four Maple Street is not due..."

Su Fu raised his eyebrows, and Sherlock continued to add: "Don't lie, any of your lies will have nowhere to hide from me."

"Oh," Su Fu stretched her shrinking legs, she also leaned forward, and raised her hands to hold her face, her elbows resting on her knees, and said with a smile: "If I say, I will move to Baker Street." Live, just because of you?"

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