[Shen Xia + HP] In the name of a detective

London is always rainy.

The taxi stopped at the cold and dark Dryscot Orphanage. Sherlock threw down a large bill, refused the driver's change, opened the car door and rushed into the rain.The faint sound of thunder was mixed with the sound of his footsteps, and together they were submerged in the boundless curtain of rain.

Sherlock took a long leg, stepped over two steps, walked to the eaves, and rang the doorbell several times in succession, his expression seemed a little impatient.

After a while, the dilapidated door of the Dryscot Orphanage opened, and the door shaft slid and made a "squeaky" sound, which became somewhat blurred in the pouring rain.

Behind the door stood an old woman with a kind face, holding the edge of the door with one hand, and stretching the other to the inside, making a "please" gesture.

In order to get closer to the character design he just made up on the phone, Sherlock narrowed his long eyes slightly, smiled at the old woman very friendly, and put down the collar of his black coat that he had just erected to keep out the rain. Come down, smooth out the folds, go through the door of Dryscot Orphanage, and sit down in the living room.

The old woman served a cup of hot tea to drive away the coldness of the good man Sherlock, who had worked so hard to find a material, and had just come in the rain to promote the poor children in the orphanage, and wanted the society to help them.

"You are Mr. Holmes, right? I am the director of Dryscot Orphanage." The old woman introduced herself like this.

"My pleasure." Sherlock glanced at the cracked and dirty cup and the light-colored tea in it, concealing the disgust in his eyes, and slowly put it on the small coffee table with paint peeling off without taking a sip. Mrs. Chang put her wrinkled hand on her lips.

"Thank you for your willingness to help these children, so that more people can know their suffering. You are willing to do an exclusive interview, so that more children have the opportunity to be adopted and escape the sea of ​​suffering. I am really grateful It's all over." The dean's wife was so moved that she couldn't hold back a few tears, and took out the handkerchief she carried with her to wipe the corners of her eyes, her old voice fully exposed her age.

"Because I grew up in an orphanage when I was a child, and was very lucky to be adopted by someone else, and now I can have such a serious job as a reporter. So I really want other children to be as lucky as me, so I designed the I read this exclusive interview. My childhood dream is to give back to the society and make more contributions.” Sherlock with high-functioning anti-social personality, lies without writing drafts, actor, good British actor Sherlock Holmes sincerely stares at the opposite Mrs. Dean eyes, quietly telling big lies.

"There are really not many good people like Mr. Holmes." The dean's wife, who had just suppressed tears, couldn't help but wet her eyes again when she heard Sherlock's sincere confession, and said with a sob, "Then let's start, Mr. Holmes."

"The first question, are all the rich people who come here to adopt children?" Sherlock kept the smile on his face and started to get down to business.

"Of course it's not just rich people. Some non-rich and non-noble families who can't have children will come to take a child home. Of course, there are also many rich people who come." Why did Locke ask this question, but he still answered it in a regular manner, and then raised his own doubts, "With all due respect, Mr. Holmes, what is your intention for asking this question?"

"I set up such a question to get a negative answer, so that those middle-class families who are not particularly rich can understand that their economic conditions are far from being able to afford the cost of an adopted child, so that those who want to adopt. People who raise children don't have to worry about it." Sherlock's nonsense answer sounded very reasonable, and his firm tone made people unbelievable.

"So that's the case." The dean's wife nodded, suddenly realizing.

Sherlock prepares to continue his non-existent "interview".

"Mr. Holmes, why didn't you prepare a pen and paper? I saw that when the reporters were interviewing, they were always holding a pen and scribbling something on a board." The voice of the dean's wife was low and hoarse, as if There are endless questions.

Sherlock was already getting a little impatient, but he still maintained a smile that almost collapsed on his face, tapped his temple with his fingertips, and said that he was very proud of his memory palace: "I remember everything it's here."

This answer is very Sherlock.

The dean's wife was shocked by Sherlock's miraculous brain, and sighed silently in her heart, "It's because I'm getting old and my memory has become bad."

No, no, madam, it has nothing to do with age.There are not many people in England who have a brain and a memory better than this fake Sherlock the good guy reporter Sherlock Holmes before you.

"Then, the second question, are there any famous parents who come here to adopt children?" Sherlock raised the second question. With the experience of last time, he still didn't forget it after asking. Added a corresponding explanation, "People nowadays have a herd mentality, celebrities do what they do, and celebrities adopt orphans and they adopt orphans. This is a propaganda technique."

Although the dean's wife doesn't know what "herd mentality" is, she probably understands that their current behavior should be similar to "advertising". Naturally, she is happy and thought about it carefully: "I've been here before." There are not many celebrities here, but there are also quite a few. The most famous one is Mr. Charles Stanovich, who is now making waves in the British government."

"Is Mr. Stanovich and his wife here to adopt the child?" Sherlock finally had the opportunity to ask about the three murders. question.

"Of course not. Mr. Holmes, don't you know about Mr. Stanovich? He seems to have the opportunity to work in the government because he married a wealthy group who doesn't know what he is called." Although the dean's wife is an old However, he still has an unquenchable heart for gossip, and it is incredible that Sherlock, who is a reporter, does not know about this big gossip.

"I've also heard about Mr. Stanovich's family affairs." Sherlock sighed, "Gossip is a woman's nature," and the disdain in his eyes could hardly be hidden. "And, I'm not a gossip entertainment reporter."

It is a woman's nature to gossip, which is really true.Whether it's Sally Donovan, Mrs. Hudson, or the dean's wife in front of them, they all have a tendency to insist on gossip until the last moment of their lives.

No, he also knew a woman. She was surrounded by a group of old men who were familiar with her. Her personality and hobbies were far from other women, and she didn't gossip at all.

She was Aurora Hopps who had just made a bet with him a few days ago.

The dean's wife was still rambling: "I clearly remember that the child he took away was Sevel."

Sherlock heard the words he cared about, and repeated: "Several?"

"Yeah, she was adopted by such a good family, and it's hard work. Well, speaking of it, Severn is really pitiful. Not long after she was born, her biological parents started to divorce. She was The court awarded it to the woman, but she was rejected by her mother and threw it here. I heard that the child’s biological mother is also a rich man. She threw Sevel in our orphanage so that she would have less time to remarry in the future Obstacles..." The old-hearted Mrs. Dean didn't need Sherlock to continue with the routine, and directly disclosed to him the information he wanted to know.

"Then Sevel is really a poor child." Sherlock's tone was full of regret, but there was no emotion similar to sympathy in his eyes. He continued to ask, "Then do you still remember her birth mother's name?"

The dean's wife hesitated for a moment, and then said after deliberation: "This...it's been too long, and I can't remember the exact name. But I seem to vaguely remember that this cruel woman seems to be surnamed Bram, or is with It's similar to this."

Sherlock finally got his own satisfactory answer, raised his eyebrows, and found out the whole story of the case.

Today is Friday, and only one day has passed since the bet with Aurora was made.Although at the very beginning, because he was not familiar with fairy tales, he didn't see the murderer's intention to arrange the crime scene in that way, so he took a little more detours.But he still believed that he would be the first to solve the case.

The dean's wife looked at the good man Sherlock, whose expression suddenly changed and his personality collapsed, and she was a little frightened. Thinking about whether she had said something wrong just now, she cautiously asked, "Mr. Holmes, are you a reporter?" Recently, you are very interested in Mr. Charlie Stanovich and Little Sevel?"

Sherlock seemed to have thought of something, and frowned. For the first time in his life, he didn't want his guess to be correct.

But what the dean's wife said next just proved that his idea was correct. She said in a dragged tone: "Actually, earlier, there was a very beautiful girl who also came here. Said that she was a reporter and wanted to speak out for orphans, so that they could get more attention and so on. She asked me the same questions as you, all about Mr. Stanovich and Sevel."

Aurora Hopps, it seems, has been there.

She won.

However, she said that she was a reporter who came to interview and that she wanted to benefit the society.This statement was exactly the same as his, and they really wanted to go together.

From the first time he met the Scotland Yard "intelligent" detective, he felt that this person was very special, different from the other goldfish who had nothing in their minds.

No, to be precise, the impression of her began before meeting her.

The author has something to say:

May [-] double change! ! !

The heroine won, the girl balls guessed wrong~~