Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Clarice stood at the door of Room 221B, hearing what she said just now without beginning and end, and asked: "What's the matter? She was fine when she left."

It was really good when I was by the Thames, and suddenly I had a nosebleed.

Wu Zhen: "Work-related injury."

Sherlock meant to comfort her, and echoed: "Yes, a work-related injury."

Clarice: "You two, are you okay?"

Sherlock: "What are you doing here?"

Clarice put down her handbag and replaced Wu Zhen with a tissue. "I'm here to ask about the progress of the case."

The newly changed paper towel was soaked in a large area in an instant, and the nasal cavity was much more refreshed. Wu Zhen felt distressed when he saw it—there was not much blood in the first place.

Wu Zhen stopped Clarice from continuing to change the tissue: "Don't change it, don't suck all the blood away. If you change another sanitary napkin, I won't have to go to the hospital."

Clarice simply twisted the napkin into two balls and stuffed it up her nose.Ask: "How does it feel?"

How can it be like this.

Wu Zhen angrily gave her an OK gesture.

"The information you want is basically in my hands. His address, the places he frequents in London." Sherlock pulled out a stack of photos from the middle of the desk.There are photos printed from the surveillance video, and some are taken instantly, and some are overexposed.

Clarice picked them up and looked at them one by one.

The mud splashed on Hannibal’s trousers, opened the magnetic card of a certain hotel in the wallet, the street number, the front photo of the hotel, the bronze door number, and the benches by the Thames.

From Clarice's point of view, very unprofessional.

This kind of thing like Lipai can only be used when having fun and taking pictures as a souvenir. It is used to track down the person who took the sneak shot, just waiting to be discovered.

In the 21st century, smartphones are commonplace.

"His hotel room has been entered recently, but not seen."

Mai Hill's chaotic footsteps came from downstairs, he came, took out a stack of photos from his pocket again out of breath, and took them immediately, the exposure was a little better, and he was obviously much more proficient.

Clarice took the photo.

The back view of Hannibal and another man walking together, followed by continuous photos, and finally they entered the hotel gate together.

"how did you do it?"

Mai Hill always seemed to be unable to stand still, changing his posture after a while, and occasionally showing a look of deep observation.

Clarice's voice has always been calm and soft. She flipped through the photos: "Follow Hannibal without being noticed, and you still use the instant camera. You seem to be very talented."

Mai Hill rubbed his nose with his hands, and his fingers were stained with dust, which looked like old black marks that could not be washed off. "Thanks."

The shape of Wu Zhen lying on his back on the sofa is very unique in this room, and he noticed it right away.Puffed and said: "Why does she have such a ghostly shape, it's too ridiculous."

Wu Zhen sneered, covered his nose with one hand, and slowly raised the other.

Clarice gently pressed Wu Zhen's hand to prevent her from making any bad gestures.

The sound of an ambulance sounded, and the transparent white screens of the floor-to-ceiling windows were blown up by the wind, flashing red and blue lights.The door of the ambulance opened, and the ambulance personnel got out and came up with a stretcher.

Wu Zhen's legs were weak and his brain was numb, and he was carried down by someone.

The curtains were newly changed by Wu Zhen, and the carpet was also changed. While Sherlock was sleeping during the day, of course he didn't care what happened to his curtains when he woke up.Wu Zhen firmly believed that after a while, he would find that there were fewer small creatures moving around in the room.

Clarice and Sherlock sent Wu Zhen to the car, and Mrs. Hudson followed, her wrinkled hands tightened the silk shawl on her shoulders, her face was full of worry, she only now knew that Wu Zhen was not feeling well.

"Poor baby, she'll be all right."

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson." After finishing speaking, Sherlock turned and went upstairs without hesitation, and everyone behind him followed him into the room.

Clarice: "It's rare that she made it this far."

There are precision instruments in the car, and Wu Zhen smells the smell of disinfectant mixed with blood, which is reassuring.

The nurse could see that she had relaxed slightly.Disinfect the back of her hand, and asked, "Do you like the smell of disinfectant?"

"I'm a medical student."

There was no necessary connection between the two, but the nurse understood.

"Oh, can you give yourself an injection?"

The nurse handed her the saline needle.

Wu Zhen: "...I'm from the Department of Psychology."

"Oh." The nurse calmly pulled her sterilized hand over to find a blood vessel for an injection.

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After coming out of 221B, Clarice put on a hat and pulled the brim of the hat to cover half of her face.Her head was bowed, and the hair exposed was thick brown, almost black, and the hair was stiff and faintly reflective.

She took a ride all the way to the place on the photo, and the photo was still there with Sherlock. She memorized the contents of the photo, and it would be troublesome to carry the photo.

She entered the main entrance of the hotel grandly, and went upstairs with a spiral crystal staircase, and the whole hotel looked spotless under the light yellow light.

The house number is 304, and there is a pot of green plants at the door. Clarice lowered her head to confirm that her face could not be seen clearly in the perspective mirror, and knocked on the door.

No sound, knock again.It knocked on and off for about 1 minute.The sound insulation of this hotel is not very good, the door of room 304 was not opened, and the door of room 305 was opened.

The tenant is a white man with a large waist and a round waist, with a lot of tattoos on his arms. He opened the door with anger at first, but when he saw Clarice, he lost his temper and said, "Why are you knocking on the door, looking for someone?"

"Yes, where did the tenant of 304 go?"

With such a nice attitude from Clarice, his temper disappeared all at once.

"Is it your friend? You don't have a phone?"

"The phone can't get through."

"I've been in the room all day today, and I didn't hear 304 come back."

"Thank you."

Confirming that Hannibal is not in the house, Clarice walks out of the hotel to take the next step.

The photos given by Sherlock have a full view of the surrounding area of ​​the hotel. Combining them together should create a [-]D model of the hotel.

The window of the toilet in Room 304 faces a high wall. Between the two buildings is a narrow and dirty corridor with dense pipes. It is unbelievable that there is such a filthy place behind such a splendid hotel.

Clarice opened her carry-on backpack, took out an iron claw wall climbing hook from it, calculated the angle, and hung it on the second floor.This wall of this hotel really has too many places to start, but it is troublesome.

Clarice let go of the hook, calculated the angle and swung it again.

Check the preset position.

Clarice grabbed the rope, moved lightly a few times, and climbed into the window of the 304 toilet.

The toilet was strikingly white, but with a sense of uncleanness, the mirror, the towel, the floor, and the white porcelain floor tiles were a little red. Clarice squatted down, took off her black gloves, and wiped them with her fingers. Layer light red.

The stopper in the bathtub was the wrong color, the same color as the tile joints, but much more visible.

Clarice clasps between her fingers, a little red rust on her nails.

Clarice wiped the red rust from her nails on her dress.

Initially identified as blood.

I really hope it's not human blood.

Clarice pushed open the frosted glass door, and the room was quiet, Clarice couldn't help but lighten her steps, acting like a cat.She found the bedroom door, turned the handle, pushed it open, and the door creaked.

Empty, bedroom with sunken folds on the bed, the shape of a man on which Hannibal once lay.

Hannibal's suitcase is very small, he hardly brought anything, only a change of clothes, toiletries, and his own knife and fork in the suitcase.Take all other estimates with you.

Clarice zipped up her suitcase, pretending it had never been touched.

She was inexplicably unhappy.

She is really a person with a very simple life, so she can find very little suspicious evidence.

Clarice got up and left the bedroom.

She wanted to open the small refrigerator in the corner of the living room.

In summer, some hotels will specially place refrigerators for the convenience of guests.

What is iced in the refrigerator is usually food drinks.If it is a female guest, such as her, she will freeze her own cosmetics.The refrigerator is a small alley, which locks freshness, but the difference between the safe and the fresher is only one letter.