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

As night falls, darkness sweeps across the land.There were almost no pedestrians or vehicles on the road, and it was eerily quiet.The hazy yellow halo reflected by the street lamp sprinkled on the road and was crushed by the footsteps of the two people.

The entire MemFol building was dead silent, except for a faint light in Desmond Washburn's office.

"Aurora, why do we have to come at this time?" Lestrade yawned, subconsciously looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and complained.

"Because there is no one." Aurora was burying her head in writing something on the paper, cherishing words like gold.

"Why do you have to come when no one is around?" Lestrade's mind was not working well, and he couldn't speak his mind even in a sleepy state, so he asked.

"If you want to be surrounded by snooping company staff, but you can only repeat 'no comment' over and over again, you can come back tomorrow morning." Aurora rolled her eyes gracefully.

Lestrade remained silent, saying that he didn't want to say anything.Well, in fact, he couldn't say it.

"Inspector, you should be happy that you have such a good subordinate who works hard day and night." Aurora tossed her silky long hair and boasted without blushing.

"I'd be happier if this good subordinate didn't drag his boss to work overtime in the middle of the night because of a rivalry with someone." Lestrade yawned again and retorted listlessly.

Aurora raised her eyebrows, didn't answer, and started to concentrate on drawing clues on the paper, vowing to end the case before Sherlock figured everything out.

"I really don't understand what you are thinking. Whether Sherlock or you, whoever dares to solve the case before the other is the same?" Lestrade expressed extreme incomprehension of her behavior.

"Of course it's different," Aurora said with a serious and serious tone, "We are opponents."

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When Lestrade was woken up, it was already light.He stared sleepily at Aurora looking around in the office, and suddenly understood the reason why he woke up: "Aurora, what are you looking for?"

"Evidence." Aurora, who was busy, was always concise.

Lestrade opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something more.

Aurora made a gesture to stop him, and her gaze stayed on a bottle of red wine, two goblets and a simple iron pen holder piled up on the left side of the desk.

Lestrade was used to Sherlock's words of "don't talk, don't think, it will disturb me", so he didn't dare to disturb Aurora, so he could only look at her sullenly.

"The layout is strange, it's messy, and it's not convenient to use it on the left." Aurora supported the desk with her left hand, and tapped her right fingertips, making a "click" sound.

"Maybe he's left-handed." Lestrade made a reasonable deduction, and thought triumphantly that he had finally guessed the truth.

"But the mouse and the pen are on the right side of the desk." Aurora disagreed, however.

"Don't worry about those insignificant things." Lestrade didn't care about the details of the desk layout, and slowly picked up the paper that was pressed under the pen. "Is this the result of your thinking all night?"

"Of course not, this is only a small part." Aurora folded her arms, her tone revealing a little complacency.

"No wonder we haven't been able to find the motive of the murderer. It turns out that the person who has a grudge against her is not the victim at all, but... Vivienne Washburn?" Lestrade suddenly realized after studying the clue map.

"Inspector, your IQ is rare." Aurora nodded in affirmation, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Just now you said that this is only a small part. What about the rest?" Lestrade pretended that he couldn't hear that Aurora was laughing at him, and changed the subject, as if his passion for work had also been ignited.

Aurora said seriously: "I also analyzed the reasons why Amy Hester Grande surrendered."

"The reason?" Lestrade looked confused, "Didn't you say it was to reduce the sentence?"

"She could have chosen to commit the crime in a way that would not expose herself, but she didn't do so. She didn't mind her murder being discovered, but she tried her best to disguise it as self-defense. Why?" Ou Lola throws a question she'd been baffled about last night.

Lestrade's face was full of bewilderment, and he shook his head in a daze, saying, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

"I listed 23 possibilities and ruled out the unrealistic ones one by one. In the end, there is only one reasonable explanation." Aurora paused for a moment and then asked, "Inspector, the most reasonable explanation in the world?" Where is the safe place?"

"I just know it won't be the crime scene at four o'clock in the morning." Lestrade looked around, sighed helplessly, and complained again that Aurora ran to her house in the middle of the night and opened the security door to grab herself This inhumane act of arriving at the crime scene.

"It's a prison. Amy Hester Grande is avoiding someone, someone she would rather go to prison than face." Aurora's tone was very serious, and she had no intention of joking at all.

Lestrade was taken aback, and casually stuffed the obsolete clue map into the shredder beside him.

The paper shredder sensed the presence of paper and started to run, but stopped working after a few "clicks".Lestrade took a few shots impatiently, only to hear a "ding" sound, and the shredder returned to normal, twisting the clue map into it.

"It should be stuck by something." Lestrade said casually.

Aurora ignored him, but simply and rudely removed the base of the shredder and threw it aside.

I saw an amethyst ring lying quietly among the shreds of paper, shining brightly.

"What is this?" Lestrade obviously didn't think that there was a ring hidden in the shredder, and asked in puzzlement.

"Evidence." Aurora put on the plastic gloves she carried with her, pinched the ring, stood up, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised seemed to indicate "you're done, we're done."

"So, the case is very clear. The murderer has been identified, and the evidence has been found. It's still a little..." Lestrade was in a good mood when he saw the progress of the case.

"Motive." Aurora answered boredly.

"Motive," continued Lestrade.

Aurora didn't expect that the two of them would speak out at the same time, she froze for a moment, and said, "Although the lovely Miss Murderer undoubtedly wanted to avenge Mrs. Washburn, I don't know what happened between them. Very clear."

Lestrade understood: "We have already found out the old address of Grande's house."

"Then what are we waiting for, close the case early, finish work early, and take vacation early." Hearing this, Aurora packed her things impatiently and planned to leave.

Lestrade watched her back helplessly, and followed her closely.

All good subordinates who work hard day and night are fake!Aurora wanted to end the case so much, but she wanted to take paid leave earlier.That's right, Lestrade had always allowed Aurora to take paid leave on the days when there were no difficult cases, because he couldn't afford to mess with her and the person who sent her.

If there was any reason for Aurora to close the case so eagerly, it was because she wanted to prove that she could outshine Sherlock.No matter in what aspect, she has never been able to bear the situation of being crushed by others.

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After confirming the house number again, Aurora knocked on the door: "We are the police, and I have some questions to ask you."

"Please come in and talk." Mrs. Snow, the old woman who came to answer the door, made a way for Lestrade and Aurora.

Lestrade showed relevant documents to prove his identity.

Mrs. Snow led the two of them through the porch to the living room, politely invited them to sit on the sofa, and made a pot of English black tea for them.

"Thank you." Aurora took the bone china cup full of tea and started to ask, "Do you know anything about the Grande family, your former neighbors?"

"Of course, I also attended the funeral of the old Mrs. Grande." Mrs. Snow handed Lestrade another cup of tea.

"Then do they have any relatives left in the world?" Lestrade went on to ask.

"They had a daughter—I remember it was called Amethyst, a very unique name, so I remember it very well. She rushed back from abroad when she heard the bad news. She was really a strong child. I was bitten by myself to the point of dripping with blood, but I just didn't shed a single tear." Referring to the past, Mrs. Snow sighed.

"Why did the Grandes die?" Aurora frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Oh, it's not that old Grande got someone outside, kept getting divorced, and then married that young Vivienne. It didn't take long for her to take the money and run away, and Old Grande fell ill in anger , He died in depression that night, and his wife went with him the next day." Mrs. Snow narrated the utter tragedy in her aged voice.

After hearing this, Aurora looked thoughtfully at Lestrade next to her, and then lowered her head to express her regret for the death of the old Grande couple.

"So, their daughter Amy Hester also knows about this?" Although it was a question, Lestrade said it in an extremely certain tone.Even with his insufficient IQ, he understood what was going on.

"That's right, isn't it? This matter has been spread among the neighbors, who wouldn't know about it." Mrs. Snow shrugged her shoulders, her tone somewhat helpless.

Aurora glanced at Lestrade again, nodded, signaling that he could finish the investigation.

"Thank you for your understanding and cooperation with the police. This is the end of our problem." Lestrade immediately understood what Aurora meant. After thanking her, he stood up and prepared to take her away.

"Officer, what happened? Did something happen to little Amy Hester?" Mrs. Snow had an ominous premonition. Her intuition told her that little Amethyst was involved in some case.And it turns out that women's intuition is generally accurate.

"Please pay attention to tomorrow's morning paper, and you will understand by then." Aurora glanced at Lestrade who was already waiting for her outside the door, but she turned and left without giving a definite answer.

The author has something to say:

Salted fish Aurora turned over ing~~

The last case of the vice president falling from a building was adapted from "Foam, Steam and Smoke" in "Detective Conan". Not only the name was changed, but the case was not exactly the same.Interested friends can go and watch this episode.

I still don't have a few comments, I silently update the article, the number of favorites is not forced, and the cuties don't even give me comments? (resentful woman face)