Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Mobile phones are the most convenient communication tools in today's society.Moriarty might want to change the game a bit.The second puzzle was sent by mobile phone.

Here's a photo with the message: Have fun.

Seriously, this only makes Sherlock think of Mycroft's "prank".He rolled his eyes, holding back the swear words that were about to blurt out——he bit the corner of his mouth hard.Even doing this unsightly gesture can only make people think of some kind of mischievous and elegant animal who likes to come out of the rules.

The photo is dark, cloudy, London is always gloomy, he is wearing dark blue pajamas, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of 221B, playing the violin, and a fire is burning in the fireplace.With his eyes closed and his chin resting on the violin, he looked absorbed.

Someone who lived nearby, perhaps spied on him through a telescope, took this picture.

Usually Sherlock also gets certain pictures from certain people, in inappropriate ways.And most of him is to solve the case, or monitor a certain person.

He is not disgusted, if he shoots people, someone will shoot him, this is some kind of interaction that can be called "retribution".

Sherlock is always in a hurry recently, he observes carefully, and then calculates the distance.This photo was taken from a high-rise building from top to bottom, and the nearest high-rise building from this angle is hundreds of meters away.

After guessing the distance and angle, he went to knock on the closed security door.

one question.

What to do when there's no one in the door: 27th floor tall.There are no balconies, no ventilation windows, and no chimneys for Santa Claus to enter.

Sherlock saw the advertisement for rent on the door.

So he dialed the number.

"How are you, sir, is your house still up for rent?"

The landlord opened the door, and the furniture was covered with white cloth. Fortunately, the air was still fresh.

"Since the last tenant... moved away. There has been no one to clean up here, and there is a lot of dust, ahem. Are you going to rent for a long-term or short-term lease?"

Everything in the room showed signs of being searched.Sherlock squatted down, half of his body was almost crawling on the ground, he looked around.

Sherlock straightened up and patted the hem of his clothes: "There is no sofa in this room."

The landlord was stunned by this strange tenant: "It was originally there, it's strange, why it's gone, no one has a key to get in except me."

"One question, who was the former tenant."

The landlord said, "Well, his name is Dylan, I forgot what his last name was."

There was a telescope by the French window, and he lifted the white cloth without moving the telescope.Squinting one eye, looking at his living room with a warm fireplace a few hundred meters away, he said to himself: "Interesting, I don't even need a pseudonym."

"I have to go."

"Hey, where are you going, don't you rent a house?"

No reply was received.

The phone can always solve many things, such as saving time.

"How are you, Sheriff?"

Lestrade was working, looking at Sherlock's caller number, he took a deep breath and answered the phone: "What's the matter, Sherlock, is there any progress?"

"I need all the information on Dylan's case."

The information photos of the case were transferred from the police station, and Sherlock finally saw the disappearing sofa, as bright red as blood, with three seats, in a place in London where it shouldn't be there.He did it the old way: using his hobo powers, he went looking for the red sofa.

Lestrade suggested: "We can help you find it."

"Thanks Greg, if one day my cat is lost, I will look for you, provided I have a cat."

Ten minutes later, he received a text message:

[I know this, this is my new bed, it was dumped in the dump, I sleep on it these days. 】

"It won't move no matter what I do," said the tramp to Sherlock, and he took his reward and walked away.

It was a bright red sofa, a little dirty, but not worn out, not faded by the sun.This shows that the sofa has only been moved to the garbage dump in recent days.

The weather has been great recently, it rained three days ago and the sofa was dry.Three days ago, it happened to be the day when Wu Zhen received the notification.

He disassembled the sofa.

It's not just a couch, a homeless man uses it as a bed and he won't know there's a cunt hidden in the bed.

2: 27: 00

Time is running out.

Sherlock found another Tarot card: The Fool

When he reminded Lestrade in a not-so-pleasant tone.Lestrade was horrified.

"How many prostitutes are there in London, Sherlock, you have to find out quickly."

"He set a time for each of my puzzles. The problem is, I don't know how much time is left until the next puzzle."

"It's terrifying."

"No, this is too much fun!" Sherlock rubbed his arms, feeling the hairs on his back stand up with excitement.

"Um, I hope you still remember Wu Zhen, she is being kidnapped!"

"Of course I won't forget her. Lestrade, I may not be as emotionally devoted to 'love' someone as ordinary people, but she will definitely accompany me until I grow old." He may feel that it is a bit strange to say this, but Added: "Why should I say this to you."

While they were talking, the third puzzle appeared.

A newspaper clipping.

In a case many years ago, a farmer in a small town and his wife were murdered, the infant girl was missing, and the prisoner was on the run.

There are many documents about the case scattered on the desk.With his hands on the desk, Sherlock said, "Lestrade, I'll give you a chance to guess."

"What, Sherlock, I won't play this trick with you." The previous experience was enough to make Lestrade vigilant.

"Guess. You are the sheriff of Scotland Yard. You don't have the courage to solve the case."

This sounded like a good word, Lestrade said hesitantly: "The farmer was murdered. His autopsy report showed that he used a gun, and then the throat was cut. His wife was killed. Then the murderer Abducted his daughter. He lived in a relatively remote place, and there was no surveillance system installed at that time."

"Very well. First of all, he got his throat cut first."

Lestrade made a weeping face of frustration.

"The killer was standing very close to him, probably disguised as a delivery man. After the farmer opened the door. A knife cut down the throat and he didn't draw the knife so the blood didn't splatter everywhere. Then he took the hanging The gun on the wall, which is why the farmer has a gun shelf on the wall but nothing is separated. First, he killed the wife who came to see the situation, and then shot his head at the farmer. The knife was taken off later. This The sequence will lead to different states of the knife edge."

"I am left-handed. It was raining at the time, there were footprints, and the angle of the victim's wound. He can infer his height and weight. His handling methods are very clean and beautiful, and his anti-reconnaissance methods are superb, which is why no case has been solved for so many years. He or she is a professional killer."

"Why so sure."

"Many years ago, I saw the victim's reward order on the reward list. He killed two gangsters and was on the run. So I only dared to live in a relatively remote place. It happened that when I went to see it again, the mission was completed."

"This is really..."

Sherlock smiled: "So we just need to find killers that meet the standards. Fortunately, I happen to have some data collection about killers on hand. Well...their vigilance is still very strong Yes, it took me almost a year to collect the professional killers currently on the list. It's very simple, just send someone to collect their footprints."

A total of four people were singled out, all of whom showed signs of being active around North Lincolnshire, where the victim was located.

Currently, two are dead, one is in Texas and one is still missing.

"Interesting." Sherlock clasped his hands together and rested them on his chin. "Let's narrow it down again, three men and one woman among the four. Only one is left-handed. You also know this person."

"Luo Di, is it him? He was executed a few days ago." Lestrade paused for a moment, lowering his voice: "But you can use the authority of Mycroft."

Sherlock used Mycroft's authority to get Luo Di's relic.Stacked in 221B, honestly, not much, a few clothes, and guns.The house Luo Di rented was as tidy as someone who had served in the army.

He drew a rolled tarot card from the barrel: The Hermit.

In addition, the gun case contained a small gun.

"These? That's all?"

Sherlock had a puzzled look on his face.

He seemed to be circling London these days, but actually when he composed the picture in his mind, he found that he was actually just circling around a certain point.

Sophie's place, Dylan's place, Luodi's place, 221B.Exactly form a quadrilateral.

Sherlock rushed downstairs and found the last card on Wuzhen's pillow.

Death card.

The author has something to say: Three self-examinations every day: Why write a reasoning segment, why write a reasoning segment, isn't it good to write a sweet love story? ? ?