Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

- there is a case

Upon receiving this message, Sherlock immediately jumped up from the sofa and went to open the door.

He waited too long for the case.

When the door was opened abruptly, the middle-aged woman with red and swollen eyes was startled. She quickly wiped away the last tear from the corner of her eyes with her little finger, raised her face, and her face was delicately drawn with makeup.

"Excuse me, is Sherlock Holmes there?"

"I am, please come in." Sherlock walked straight into the living room, sat on the sofa, and motioned for the middle-aged woman to sit on the seat.Wu Zhen pressed the recording pen aside.

The middle-aged woman did not forget to smooth the folds of her clothes caused by sitting down. She was sitting on the sofa, an elegant and sad lady.

"Sir, I want you to guarantee that you will be able to catch the criminal who killed my son."

"If your case is more interesting, then there is no criminal in this world that I cannot catch." Sherlock tried his best to maintain a consistent attitude.Wu Zhen could see that he was bored by the boring and no cases during this period.

"What do you mean interesting?" The lady straightened her back and leaned forward, as if what Sherlock just said was unforgivable. "Do you think the case of my son's death is interesting?"

"May I ask what this lady's name is?" Wu Zhen asked.

"Just call me Mrs. Carruthers." Mrs. Carruthers' expression did not soften, she stared at Sherlock closely, as if she wanted an explanation.

"I can only say that if you want to find out the case quickly and accurately, then you can only turn to us, the only consulting detective in the world." Wu Zhen's words were put there, and added: "Mrs. Carruthers , you were hit because of the murder of your son, and now you should be more rational and find the person who killed him for him."

"I'm sorry," said Mrs. Carruthers.

The British pay great attention to etiquette, and even have a little etiquette obsessive-compulsive disorder.The gold content of this sorry sentence may not be that high.But Sherlock paid no attention to whether Mrs. Carruthers apologized.If she needed people to be gentle with her now, he wouldn't mind using this method to get her to entrust the case entirely to him.

"So, did you just say that your son was killed?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you choose to call the police?"

Here we go again, Sherlock showing off.

Wu Zhen covered her mouth with a notebook, and said in a soft voice, "Sherlock!"

Sherlock also whispered with barely moving his lips: "I just love to show off."

"Because I don't trust them, they have checked for so many days, but they can't find out why. There is no trace of my son's murder in the whole room. If it wasn't for poisoning, they almost all died of natural causes." Mrs. Carruthers As soon as she talked about her son's death, she became excited, and after she finished speaking, she could only calm down again.

"Poisoned?" Sherlock put his hands together and crossed them.

"Yes, but I haven't determined why it was poisoned." Mrs. Carruthers wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes again, and Wu Zhen handed her a piece of paper.

Mrs. Carruthers took the napkin and said, "Thank you." Gently pressing the corner of the napkin to the corners of her eyes.

"There are no traces, fingerprints, shoe prints, etc. at the scene? Did your son eat that cockroach voluntarily?"

"The police officers said that nothing has been detected so far. And no, how could he have voluntarily eaten meth. My son, I know, although he plays rock and roll all night with his cronies all night, he is very He cherishes his own life. Since he was admitted to the hospital once, he was so scared that he took various vitamins every day. Recently, he seldom drinks alcohol, but has been smoking. My son is very well-behaved, and he will have the opportunity to inherit his father’s property in the future. , why... I must catch the murderer! Please help me! I will give you any money!"

"interesting."

"What?" Mrs. Carruthers' eyes twitched from time to time due to crying for too long, and her tinnitus occurred from time to time. She suspected that she hadn't heard Sherlock's words clearly just now.

"I mean. I've got the case."

"Very well," said Mrs. Carruthers, "Mr. Sherlock, I entrust you to find out the murderer."

......

After Mrs. Carruthers left, Wu Zhen played the recorder again.

Sherlock put the suit jacket on his body very neatly, and looked back at Wu Zhen. "what do you think."

"You are very interested in this." Wu Zhen said while listening to the recorder.

"No, I mean your opinion, of the case."

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Yeah." Sherlock nodded.

"No." Wu Zhen replied honestly.

Sherlock smiled and said, "Neither have I. Before arriving at the scene of the crime, it's best not to decide on your own subjective opinion on the case. Really, you're about to leave."

"Oh? Mr. Sherlock, when did I come under your door?"

"Maybe since the day you agreed to be my girlfriend." Sherlock's answer was yes.

Wu Zhen pretended to be distressed and said: "Oh? That's really bad, I have to be your disciple for the rest of my life."

Sherlock's deep laughter sounded, and he said, "Let's go to the scene of the crime."

......

The taxi arrived at the address mentioned by Mrs. Carruthers, which was a very luxurious villa area.Although Mrs. Carruthers' son almost broke up with Mr. Carruthers because he was playing rock and roll, Mrs. Carruthers often donated money to help him. The real estate here is under the name of Mrs. Carruthers.

After arriving, Wu Zhen got out of the car first and stood in front of the car door.Standing outside, one could see that there was an accident in the villa area, and the red and blue lights were on all day and all night.

"Let me just say I'm familiar with this place, and Hadley lives here too."

The Taxi drove out behind them, and Sherlock said, "Your patient."

"Yeah. A very cute kid... I shouldn't have told you about this, have I?"

"Indeed, you came back last Sunday, and I saw the hair of a human cub on your stomach. Based on the time, place, and patient information you occasionally mentioned before, boy?"

"Sherlock you are enough."

Sherlock snorted, walked forward, and said as he walked, "If you scratch your head too much, you will get bald."

"Well, yes, Hadley likes to scratch his head sometimes, don't let him scratch it in the future, so as not to be bald at a young age."

The villa area is a bit big, and it took Sherlock and Wu Zhen a long walk to reach it.

"Why didn't the guard stop us just now?"

"I don't know. If it were me, I would tell the guards not to stop people from the villa area. Criminals have a perverted mentality of returning to the crime scene, or reminisce about the experience of the crime, or try to destroy the evidence. Using this, you can Select some people."

Lestrade stood outside the yellow and black blockade with a sad face, smoking a cigarette to relieve his troubles.

Donovan and Anderson have a point.

However, it is really difficult for him to adopt the general judicial procedure for identification.There are no fingerprints, and there are many shoe patterns - the deceased lived in a sloppy life, did not mop the floor, and many footprints stepped on the ground casually and mixed together.There are his rock and roll friends, and there are many neighbors who sit in the neighborhood.Some people come to him just to complain about making noise all day, although it doesn't do much good.

Lestrade extinguished the last cigarette, looking sadly at the sky.

Behind him, Donovan stood at the door of the villa of the deceased, folded his arms, looked at Lestrade's lonely back, and sighed.Anderson appeared behind Donovan and said quietly, "Our heads..."

"Very good." Donovan interrupted Anderson, turned and entered the room.

Anderson shrugged and entered the house.

Lestrade was secretly upset, and accidentally glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw Sherlock and Wu Zhen walking side by side from a distance, and there was an indescribable sense of redemption in his heart.

Are you here to find him?Was it here to solve the case for him?

Hallelujah!

"Sherlock!" Lestrade greeted enthusiastically.

Sherlock also saw Lestrade waving his arms, and said to Wu Zhen, "Why is he everywhere?" His tone was disgusting.

He had always been steadfast in his belief that Lestrade was a spy, a double-faced man, and a despicable informer that Mycroft had put on him.

"On the bright side, it's much more convenient for us to go in this time, isn't it? Lestrade welcomes us very much." Wu Zhen also waved his arms, very happy.

"Hi!" Lestrade continued enthusiastically.

Sherlock and Wu Zhen walked up to Lestrade.Lestrade said, "Why are you here?"

"Ask wisely," said Sherlock.

"Sherlock was entrusted by a lady to solve this case." Wu Zhen said, "Can we go in?"

"Of course." Lestrade readily agreed.

Sherlock followed Lestrade into the house. Donovan, who was talking to other police officers, rolled his eyes when he saw Sherlock finally came. .”

Lestrade gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "Shut up, Donovan."

"...Yes." Donovan walked back angrily, continuing to talk to the other officers.

"You don't mind." Lestrade turned to persuade Sherlock.

Sherlock said: "No, Donovan's IQ has risen to your level, so I don't mind her stupidity."

Lestrade: "..."

Wu Zhen comforted Lestrade: "You don't mind."

Lestrade said, "Get used to it. So, Sherlock, do you see anything?"

"Oh, do you think we can solve the case by standing here?"

"But, Sherlock, you can't let others know that you're here to solve the case. This is the established practice between us. You know, the reputation of the police department cannot be affected."

"But there are people everywhere." Wu Zhen said.

"Yes, so, you have to change into police clothes."

Lestrade snapped his fingers and summoned an officer. "Go find someone to exchange for two police uniforms."

Wu Zhen has a slight obsession with cleanliness.Now that the weather is hot, everyone is sweating a lot. Think about wearing such clothes on your body.Wu Zhen felt awkward all over.

She declined with a smile.

"I'll just wear my own clothes."

Sherlock smiled and said: "Do you think I will wear it?"

Lestrade: "I know you refused one item very simply. So, don't take it." The last sentence was said to the policeman.

Sherlock began to check around under the cover of Lestrade. Under Lestrade's instruction, everyone present just pretended to be invisible, and those who didn't understand would be fooled by those who knew the inside story.

The furnishings in the house are messy, there is very little dust, and it looks like it has been cleaned frequently.The house has a large basement, the basement is dimly lit, and the lights have been turned on overnight for the past few days, and there is a large round chandelier on the top, which is commonly used in disco halls.The basement has a mess of guitars, saxophones, microphones, drum stands, horns, stereos, etc., all of which are not cheap.These musical instruments are connected to computer data cables, and the data cables are underground, trampled on, covered with dust and footprints.

The basement is stuffy and not ventilated, only a few large exhaust fans are working, which still makes people sweat profusely. Lestrade put his hands on his hips and said, "The friends of the deceased the day before yesterday want to get back the musical instruments they put in the basement. After interrogating them one by one, they didn't know anything about the matter, and they all wanted to get back the things that were sent to him after hearing the news of the deceased's death. It is temporarily impossible to return the things to them."

When people die, the lights go out, and when people leave, the tea is cold.Not without reason.

Sherlock checked around in the basement, and went up to the living room on the first floor. The deceased died in the bathroom, in the bathtub.At first, the person who found him thought he was drowned, but later the forensic doctor found that the water was not the primary cause of his death, but the convulsions and paralysis caused by the poisoning, making him unable to call for help.

Sherlock inspected the bathroom carefully.

"The poison entered his stomach. Where is the place where he usually puts the medicine?"

"cupboard."

Sherlock went straight to the kitchen.The cupboards there were empty.

Lestrade explained: "It was taken to the forensic doctor. Most of it was vitamins. The fingerprints on the bottle belonged to a friend of his. I can’t afford it, so I can only secretly eat the deceased’s food. The deceased will never allow people to touch these medicines and vitamins, but the cabinets where they are stored will not be locked.”

Mrs. Carruthers once said that her son cherished his life very much, so he often took vitamin pills to supplement his body's vitamins, maybe it was because of his life.

Wu Zhen felt that there was a high possibility that the poison was in the vitamin tablets.Medicines are the best thing the average person can think of to poison without leaving a trace.