Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"So Lestrade has another case for you?"

"I think so." Sherlock bent down and picked up the file bag on the sofa table, brown kraft paper with creases pressed by fingerprints, the file bag is very thin, almost no thickness between fingers.This proves from the side that Lestrade will never give him many clues, huh.

Sherlock bypassed the white line at the round hole, pulled out a few sheets of paper, and the photos included in them, and spread them out like a fan. On the upper left corner of each sheet of paper was printed the portrait of the person, as well as the date of birth, work unit, and person. Biography, date of birth, cause of death and form of death are printed on separate papers and photographs.That's three death reports.

Sherlock carefully reviewed the three reports, half surprised and half calmly said: "There are only three?" He stretched out his arm and casually handed the file to Wu Zhen.

"There should be more," he said. "Apparently that's all they've found so far."

Wu Zhen tied her hair back with a rubber band, and there were still a few mischievous strands of black hair hanging down her cheeks.After taking the file, the first thing you see is the top photo.

The swollen corpse, with a bluish-white face, stretched by the clothes on its body, swelled up like a human-shaped ball, the kind that would burst when poked.

So, even if you die in this life, don't drown, it's too ugly.Mom can't even recognize who it is.

"Murder, suicide?" Wu Zhen asked.

"Body." Sherlock replied.

Hearing this, Wu Zhen took out the photos one by one and looked at them carefully, and he understood at a glance, no wonder he felt a strange feeling in his heart when he checked the photos just now.There are no shoes on the corpse's feet. At first, I thought of a pervert who likes to collect the shoes of the dead. There have been such cases.

Looking at the suits and leather shoes that men wear, women also wear them with good taste, but they don't even have basic decorations such as watches, necklaces, and rings.It doesn't make sense for a man to have nothing on his body, but a woman doesn't have any decorations on her body either.

Like suicide.

Sherlock fell into deep thought. He was very silent when handling cases, and he rarely spoke to idlers. Only when he was solving a case in front of everyone or solving a tricky puzzle would he be eloquent and radiant.

Wu Zhen twitched the photos, tilted his head slightly to look at the second photo and the third photo.They are all on the banks of the river, very familiar river banks.She noticed that the photograph included the silhouette of a domed building with pointed columns.

"Is this the Thames?"

"Yes." Sherlock said.

The second photo is not at the same location on the river bank, but you can still see a little bit of the tip of the pointed pillar of the domed building.The third picture has a different scene, and the color of the gravel under the salvaged corpse is basically the same as the first two pictures.

Three days, the same river, three corpses.

The result of the appraisal was that there was no wound on the body, and it was preliminarily determined to be a suicide.

Due to the edema of the corpse, it is impossible to quickly detect the correct time of death of the deceased. According to the file, the time of death is preliminarily determined to be one person died a day from the 22nd to the 24th.

Then a new question arises:

Did the three of them make an appointment in the same river on one, two, or three days respectively, take off all their decorations, and throw themselves into the river?

absurd.

"Is the suicide rate high in the UK?" Regardless of suicide and murder, this consumption of population will be terrible in the long run.

"Obviously not high." Sherlock said: "Generally speaking, the rate of sudden cardiac death is higher, and the rate of murder, love killing, and vendetta is slightly lower."

Suicide is not established, and murder has not been seen. Why did Lestrade bring this file to Sherlock in the first place, wanting to "solve the case" and claim credit before other police officers solve the case?Never had.

trouble making?

Lestrade is not that kind of person, she means, who would come to Sherlock for abuse, geniuses usually look down on people with lower IQs than them, and Sherlock directly expresses it as ridicule and contempt, which is a spiritual blow.

As for the relationship with Lestrade recently and the one who most motivated him, Mycroft.Could it be him?

"Not enough, not enough, not enough." Sherlock stood up abruptly, stepped directly over the sofa table wearing leather shoes, walked a few steps, walked to the experimental table where the experiment was done, turned around quickly, and asked Wu Zhen with a smile.

"Let's go to the dining room for dinner tonight."

"Mr. Sherlock, you were still discussing and thinking about the case last second. Now you say you want to go to the dining room with me for dinner, isn't it too fast?" Wu Zhen also said with a smile. "It caught people off guard."

"Oh, that's my style." Sherlock tilted his head and smiled, his smoky eyes gleaming with inexplicable happiness.

Wu Zhen was too familiar with the light emanating from his eyes.

"This case interests you very much."

"Yes, quite right."

Sherlock walked into the living room, picked up his suit jacket and put it on.

"But it's not enough. A few more people will die. Let Lestrade strengthen his defenses by the Thames River. Maybe he can directly catch those who want to commit suicide by throwing themselves into the river! This will save us a lot of effort."

"One more person can be saved."

"Yes."

Sherlock opened the door of 221B, made a gentlemanly salute of "please" to Wu Zhen, and smiled.

Wu Zhen pretended to be holding her skirt, nodded slightly, and walked out slowly.

Being able to see Mycroft in the dining room is simply less likely than the chance of an extraterrestrial meteorite hitting the earth directly.Prior to this, Wu Zhen had only seen Mycroft in three places, Sherlock's room at 221B, the Diogenes club, and the underground parking lot with inexplicable horror that he went involuntarily.

So it is not surprising that the restaurant is empty except for the three of them.

Perhaps the restaurant should hang a "Closed Today" sign at the door, so that other customers will not enter the restaurant thinking that it is still open for business, just like Alice who strayed into Wonderland, Sherlock is the rabbit who guides Alice ——Wu Zhen had no doubt that Sherlock had seen through McCoff's tricks before entering here, not to mention that the first door of the restaurant was made of glass.Her eyesight is bad, so she can't see clearly that the restaurant is booked out.

The British government needs protection.

Mycroft sits at a table seat in the middle of the dining room covered with a delicate white tablecloth, the black umbrella he barely leaves his hand dangling from the back of the chair.The table looked so different from the others, that it should be honored, even at the I boasted a lifetime to other tables during a long table life.

Seeing Sherlock and Wu Zhen push open the glass door and enter the restaurant, standing at the door of the restaurant, he habitually smiled and waved: "Here."

The author has something to say: There should be three more updates today, maybe two more, and there are still more than 6000 words on the list.

I have an important exam next month, however...

......I rushed to the manuscript and cried.