Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

The deceased was lying on his back. Judging from the traces on the ground and the condition of his fatal injuries, the deceased was killed by a sneak attack from behind, and the body was turned over afterwards.The fatal wound was stabbed from the lower back, resulting in rupture of the spleen and death on the spot.The murder weapon looked like a short dagger.

Holmes reached out to touch his pocket, only to remember that he had given Sylvester the coat in order to prevent the action from being delayed. Just as he was about to speak, he found that the tape measure had already been handed to him.

He didn't say a word, just took it.

The wound was about two inches, and it was a penetrating wound from bottom to top. It can be seen that the murderer must have had great strength. This position seemed to be stabbed from bottom to top.The victim had no time to struggle.

There are many reeds in this place, if you want to take advantage of the unpreparedness to get close to the victim before killing, then there will be movement, and it will be difficult to surprise from behind.It means that the murderer may be waiting nearby. If he waits for a long time, he will definitely leave deep footprints.

The murderer's figure was indeed similar to Swift's, and even his face was similar. Although his facial features were different, if you look carefully at the various loopholes, this alibi is not for someone familiar, but for someone who has never met before. Impression, as long as there are clothes and other things, camouflage can be achieved.

Holmes signaled Cecily not to move, then groped on the ground, and found another set of footprints. He thought for a moment, not intending to destroy this evidence, but only measured the nearest one, and confirmed that it did not belong to Johnson, so he called the little boy The boy went to report the crime.

After the boy had left, Holmes asked, "Susanna, is this Johnson usually this clean?"

Susanna hesitated for half a second as if recalling: "Clean?"

"You see, although Johnson is lying in the mud, his clothes are clean under his clothes, and even his hands are not in the state of being rubbed with dust, but the mud rubbed here after falling on the ground," Holmes flipped. Open his hands, and pull up the sleeves a little, "If you say that you don't like to be clean usually, the wrists are too clean."

After thinking about it, I pulled the sleeves higher.

Well... he saw it.

"He usually stays in the bridge hole at night, and his hands are not so clean. People like us..." She seemed a little embarrassed, "Many times the nails are not clean."

She subconsciously hid her hands behind her back.

"Holmes, we have found Johnson now, how should we identify the murderer?" Cecily knelt down and looked at Holmes together, "Can we pass the footprints?"

"People from Scotland Yard will come later, tell the truth." Holmes stood up, stretched out his hand, and took the clothes from Cecily's hand, "No matter how stupid Scotland Yard is, they will investigate Swift's alibi , will also look for the murder weapon and muddy shoes. Anyway, we still have a shoe print."

"The men from Scotland Yard are here!"

Someone shouted, and then there was the sound of a large group of people approaching rustlingly. Holmes frowned when he heard the sound.Although he has not handled many cases, he already has a deep understanding of the mighty momentum of the Scotland Yard gang who frequently enters the village with elephants, so that even the most obvious scenes like this will definitely be swept away—not to say The evidence was all found, but the evidence was all destroyed.

"Be careful! Stay a little farther away!"

Holmes heard this man's words with rare hope.I saw a rather young man, judging from his age and attire, he was probably a detective. There seemed to be no detectives present, so this person could only act as an agent.

"Hello, is it your report?" The police officer, who looked a bit like a seal, smiled and shook hands with Holmes. "I am Detective Lestrade, and I am in charge of this case."

Cecily tensed up—come, come!Lestrade!

Holmes looked at the detective in front of him calmly: "To be honest, my friend found the body. This is Mr. Sylvester."

After knowing that the other party was Lestrade, Cecily became a little more cautious in shaking hands. This is the only... oh no, the only detective who has been praised by Holmes in the future.

After shaking hands, Cecily realized that Holmes was not going to explain the truth, so she took the initiative to explain how she found the corpse.Of course, she did not say that she had been chasing clues, but said that after Mr. Davis's case, she felt that if Swift was suspected, there might be a double. The little boy was about to go out to report the crime, so he took a look first.

"I took a walk here with Sylvester," Holmes added, "because I usually like to read the detective stories in the newspapers. Although I was frightened, I couldn't help but take another look. There were some clues."

"What clue?" Lestrade, who had not yet become a detective, was not as arrogant as the description in the book, but rather humble.

"It's related to the case of Mr. Davis."

Holmes first explained that the victim Johnson was so neat as a beggar, and then he showed Lestrade the footprints at the scene.

"I can confirm that these are not the footprints of my friend and I," Holmes pulled up his trouser legs for Lestrade's reference. "No accident, follow this footprint, you can find a deeper footprint, the murderer It would be waiting for the victim to show up, then sneak up and murder him."

Lestrade frowned thoughtfully: "If the reeds want to pass through, the noise must be quite loud, so it is most suitable for him to find a nearby place to hide, and then touch it quietly."

"The problem now is the murder weapon." Lestrade switched to another topic. "This case happened in the lower reaches of the Jian River. If the murderer threw it into the river, he should be able to find it nearby. We need to look for footprints." , to see if the footprints go to the river."

"this……"

"Holmes and Sylvester," Holmes introduced.

"Two gentlemen, I would like to trouble you to make a statement with our agents."

Cecily was about to agree, but Holmes stopped the conversation: "I'm really sorry, we still have classes. I wonder if we can...?"

Lestrade had a troubled expression on his face.

Seeing this, Holmes took out his student ID card from his pocket: "I am a student of the Department of Chemistry at Cambridge University, and my friend is a student of the Department of Medicine. After class this afternoon, we will definitely go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."

Lestrade frowned unsurely, and was somewhat relieved after seeing the student ID card: "Are you sure this case is related to one of the suspects in the Davis case, Swift?"

"I can testify," said Susannah, "I've seen people come to Johnson, and Johnson took his money—"

Lestrade's face turned cold: "I see, then this..."

"My name is Dixie, and I can identify it." The little girl Suzanne looked serious. "If the Swift you mentioned is the one who gave Johnson money, I can recognize it."

Cecily stood on the side, the feeling of powerlessness reappeared, she seemed to watch a play up close, the victim's body was on the ground, and all irrelevant people stood there.

Lestrade nodded: "Then, thank you for your cooperation. Now we are going to clean up the scene. If there is a need, we will go to Cambridge University to find you. Now, you can go to the agent over there and leave a contact information." .”

Holmes nodded, and simply walked away.

After walking two steps, she realized that Cecily was still standing there.

"Sylvester!" he called to her.

Cecily looked up at him in a daze: "What about Susanna?"

"Sir, I'm fine." Suzanne took Lacicily's hand, "If it really was that Swift who killed Johnson, then I will definitely identify him."

"Is it okay?" She bent down and asked her.

Susannah shook her head, her face was a little pale from being frightened by the dead body, and she finally seemed to relax a little when she smiled.

Cecily sighed, and touched Susanna's little head. Susanna looked up at her obediently, making Cecily even more reluctant to let go. She just looked back at Holmes. She really couldn't procrastinate any longer, and walked a few steps quickly. followed Holmes.

The two finally got out of the range of the Scotland Yard gang, and Holmes spoke again.

"Johnson, he's on drugs."

Cecily didn't react for a moment, and bumped into Holmes' back.

"What? He's just a beggar, how can he have the money to buy drugs?" Cecily was stunned, and covered her forehead with her hand, "Did you just see a needle hole in his arm?"

"Yeah, where did he get the money?"

Holmes smiled lowly.

"Swift only gave money once or twice. Is he taking drugs for a long time?" Cecily couldn't help asking.

"Poor people have their own ways of living, and rich people have their own ways of playing." Holmes laughed, but it's hard to say whether it was ironic or not.

"So this case is over?" Cecily was a little puzzled, "To be honest, I haven't met our suspect from the beginning to the end of this case."

"There will be a chance in the future," Holmes laughed. "As for the conclusion, it will have to wait for Susannah to recognize Swift."

"But I have to say, Sylvester, you are really a genius this time, you actually thought of finding clues through these children?" Holmes patted Cecily on the shoulder, "This has given me a lot of inspiration. "

Then he quickened his pace and walked forward.

"Ah?" Cecily hurried to catch up with him, "What? Wait, don't we call a carriage?"

"It's just a few steps," Holmes laughed. "You really don't get tired after walking just a few steps. I still remember how you hung on the wall of the cleaning room, like a heavy pendulum."

Cecily became furious: "My God——Holmes, I thought you wouldn't turn over old scores?"

"It's a friend, I just went through your old accounts, I can't remember the old accounts of ordinary people!"

He rarely laughed.

"You haven't told me what inspiration it was?"

The two walked in the direction of the school. Because they were very familiar with the surroundings, they chose a small path with no people. Suddenly, someone hurriedly walked towards this side.Cecily didn't pay attention at first, but Holmes's smile suddenly subsided: "Swift!"

The man suddenly looked up at the two of them, his face pale.

"Nosy Sherlock Holmes," he said, looking down at Holmes condescendingly, "I advise you to keep your mouth shut wherever you are..."

It was too impulsive, almost incompatible with the image of a murderer who would experiment a few times before changing the plan. Cecily was a little frightened by this man, swallowed her saliva, straightened her back, and tried not to lose her momentum.

Holmes was also upright at the moment, he pressed Cecily's arm slightly to tell her not to be impulsive.

"If I'm not mistaken, after watching this, you are ready to run for your life, right?" He said contemptuously, "After all, you will not be welcomed in the prison if you intend to kill someone. You can only go to the guillotine—"

"Shut up!" Swift's anger was about to burst out, "I don't know what you're talking about! You have no right to insult an innocent student who is in the same school as you!"

Holmes actually laughed at this moment, he took a few steps to the side, and distanced himself from Cecily: "Do I have to say yes? Your double is dead, um... Although you were found at the crime scene footprints—maybe they were left by you when you went for a walk, and what about the rope? Also, what about the clothes you lent him and took back... You must have been negligent. When you traded with Johnson, you were caught See--"

"sky!"

Swift's fist came down!

25.

Cecily's heart tightened!

Only then did she understand why Holmes stood apart from her, and she almost couldn't react—Swift punched Mr. Holmes violently with his fist, and Holmes took the punch alive!

Why doesn't he hide?

A corner of Swift's lips curled up contemptuously.Show off how fast you punch.

"...Gentlemen generally don't strike first, Mr. Swift." Holmes rubbed his aching shoulder. "I didn't strike first, sir. I was just going to fight back. By the way, see Drugs do empty you out."

The veins in Swift's neck were all tingling, and he wanted to strike again—this time, Holmes avoided it with great deftness and deftly stretched out his left arm to block, while his leg stopped Swift to prepare for a high kick. legs.Cecily watched anxiously from the side, but she couldn't do anything, she held her breath and was distraught.

The two went back and forth a few times, and Swift pinched Holmes' neck. Holmes had a painful expression on his face, but at the same time, he clasped Swift's hand with his hand!

——Cecile didn't care about that much anymore, the rough self-defense techniques she had learned before came back to her head, and she remembered how to exert the greatest strength!She bent her elbow and slammed Swift in the back!

Swift couldn't turn around in time, and was about to fall in the direction of Holmes according to his strength. His hand only relaxed a little, but Holmes broke away completely. With a reverse turn, Swift was restrained, and then he slammed the back of his neck. hammer!

Swift fainted softly.

Cecily was still panting—though that was all she really had to do.The adrenaline in the body soared, and when I calmed down, I felt that my legs could not stand like noodles.

"Nice job, Hill..."

"Are you all right?" Cecily's voice changed. She looked at the handprints on Holmes' neck and couldn't breathe properly.She walked slowly to Holmes's side, maybe because her head was hot, she touched Holmes' neck lightly, thinking in a trance that she should be fine with a little bruise at most, and let out a small sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing you're all right. That's great."

She almost gave away her timbre when she opened her mouth, but luckily reason pulled her back.

Holmes was a little unresponsive, and let her touch it. To be honest, it didn't hurt much, but it was a little itchy.

He wanted to speak, but Cecily withdrew her hand, knelt down to look at Swift, patted his face, and really passed out.

The strength was completely vented, and she sat down on the ground.

Holmes' expression softened: "It's okay, Sylvester, in fact, just give me a second and I can break free from him."

He stretched out his hand, took the initiative to support Cecily, and said softly, "It's really fine."

Cecily's legs were a little weak, but she still stood up: "Well...you scared me to death."

Her tone was joyful.

Holmes smiled from his eyes: "He's fainted now, I'm here to watch, can you still go? If you can..."

"I'm not that fragile," Cecily finally recovered, "I'll go to the scene of the crime and call Scotland Yard's detectives. Be careful by yourself."

Holmes nodded and saw the thin figure disappearing at the end of the road.

Seemingly hearing another loud noise, Holmes frowned, but it disappeared after he listened carefully. He couldn't let go of the man in his hand and chased after him, so he simply gave up.

Sending people to Scotland Yard, Cecily followed the refreshed Holmes back to school exhausted physically and mentally.She returned to the dormitory after a brief meal. She wanted to take a rest for a while, but her mind was still occupied by Holmes and the case.

Cecily still has some doubts about this case.This case seems to be too fast, let alone whether she has ever met the suspect (such as the mysterious Mr. Miller), let's talk about her brother's inexplicable words.

She didn't think it would be that simple, about this Rancho Davis.

Back in the dormitory, Cecily was tired at nine o'clock and was about to take a rest when she heard a knock on the door.

Cecily couldn't think of anyone who would come to her, so she was a little hesitant to open the door. She grew up in Datian Dynasty and never opened the door to strangers. The other party has evil intentions.

It's just that now that I'm a man and I'm in the dormitory, even if I don't have a good relationship with the people I know, as long as I open the door, I have nothing to fear.

"Who's there?" Cecily asked standing by the door.

"it's me."

The voice was low and deep, and Cecily thought it was familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while.But Cecily still opened the door.

It was Lancaster Davis.

Cecily opened the door halfway, but she was not sure whether to let someone in.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Sylvester," Lancaster and his brother have different temperaments, as Mycroft said, Lancaster's posture is that of a typical controller, Full of ambition and desire, "But I think it's better for us to go in and have a chat."

Cecily opened the door to let people in, but she was careful not to close the door.

Lancaster noticed this, but he didn't directly explain it, but called him directly: "Cicily."

The moonlight outside was naturally not as bright as the indoor lights, and under the indoor lights, Cecily only felt that Lancaster was a bit dark and unpredictable.It may also be because he peeped into her secret, which made her impose her imagination.

"I don't quite understand why you suddenly mentioned my cousin," Cecily said indifferently, "Actually, I thought you came to me because your brother was killed."

Lancaster smiled bitterly, his shoulders relaxed: "Yes, you are right, I am for this matter, but not all for this matter."

Cecily raised her eyebrows: "If it's for this matter, I have nothing else to say except for some trivial work during the whole process. If you want to know the details, the agents of Scotland Yard know You must be clearer than me, considering the strength of the Davis family, it's not impossible to get information from Scotland Yard, right?"

"Not only do I know the ins and outs, I also know that you participated with Mr. Holmes," Lancaster said urgently, "I just want to ask you, I know this is a bit abrupt but I still want to ask you why you like Mr. Holmes ?”

Cecily: ...

This way of asking is very inspiring.

She wants to answer honestly.

"Because I am friends with Holmes."

Davis's shoulders slumped, which made his temperament weaker: "Is this also the reason why Miss Sylvester proposed to Mr. Holmes?"

Cecily thought for a while: "No."

"I don't know why Cecily proposed to Holmes. If there is a reason, it may be because he is a gentleman, or it may be because she just wants to."

"If you do know something, it's not a good choice to expose it, Mr. Davis," she raised her head, "and it's not a good thing to commit a crime knowingly."

The dormitory is not small, but there are no two chairs in the single dormitory. Davis is standing. He is tall and big, which makes the dormitory suddenly smaller.At this moment, he looked a little depressed, but he didn't show it too much.

"I was being rude," he said without taking off his hat and coat after entering the room, "I just want to remind you that it's time to end. It's enough to find Swift in this case. After that, it's not the Davis family who can The Sylvester family can't afford the things they can afford, at least not right now."

He nodded and walked to Cecily's side.Cecily took a step back subconsciously, but Lancaster didn't intend to approach her, but opened the dormitory door and left.

baffling?

Lancaster Davis said what he had to say and left in a relaxed mood, leaving Cecily to vomit and didn't know how to vent it.

As soon as this person came in, he showed that he knew that Cecily was Larry, and then asked her why she proposed to Holmes inexplicably, and then asked her not to intervene in this case?Is this person really inexplicable? ?

Cecily locked the door from the inside, and the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she felt.

How did he know?Why not check?

After this case, what else can be touched?

>>>>>>>>

Back in the dormitory at night, Holmes got a telegram from Mycroft from the housekeeper.

[Larry Sylvester is real, Cecily Sylvester lost part of her memory and recuperated at home, RD's case ends with Swift. ]

The content of the telegram is short, three sentences are three messages. The meaning of RD is obviously Rancho Davis, and the meaning of this sentence is very clear. Davis' case has definitely not been terminated after Swift was found out, but it was inconvenient to investigate afterwards.

Maybe that's why Mr. Sylvester didn't let Sylvester participate.

The thinking about his friend ended hastily, perhaps because he himself didn't want to take this matter too seriously.Then he turned to pondering the case that seemed closed but still had its mysteries.

If you look down further, what else is possible?

It is related to the Davis family, so why kill Lanche Davis instead of the heir Lancaster Davis?If it was just brothers killing each other, could Lancaster Davis reach out to the school again, sowing discord between teachers and students and causing his brother to be killed?And if it was really just brotherhood, Mycroft wouldn't stop him from continuing.

He had a hunch that there must be a greater force behind this, a stronger pair of hands, manipulating everything.Perhaps, even he found out about Swift, it was within that person's expectation.

He sighed, and as the night slowly fell, he looked out the window.

It was thick fog again.

The next morning, it was thick fog again.

Neither of them got a good night's sleep.Although there was no appointment the next morning, we met at the entrance of the teaching building.

"Holmes?" Cecily, the idol detector, saw herself at a glance... Ah no, my friend seemed a little haggard, "You look like you didn't sleep well."

"You too." Holmes looked bruised and tired.

Cecily touched her broken hair and felt the wig on her head itchy: "Maybe it's the same thing?"

Holmes nodded, "I've skipped several classes. If I don't go today, I'm afraid something will go wrong."

He saluted with his eyes and walked quickly into the teaching building.

Cecily sighed. Naturally, she could sense that her friend was in a low mood, but she couldn't say anything, feeling a little panicked.She didn't worry too much, and went to her classroom to attend class.

In the afternoon, people from Scotland Yard came to ask Cecily and Holmes to take statements. When they arrived, Swift was also summoned, and Susanna identified him.Regarding the murder of Johnson, Swift could not provide an alibi, and the murder weapon was found sunk in the bottom of the river, but the footprints left at the scene also pointed to Swift, who was found wearing clothes at Swift's home. The perpetrator, the shoe stained with mud, has been irrefutable so far.In addition, the clothes he lent to Johnson were also found in Swift's home. Swift hadn't washed it yet, and Johnson's hair was still on it. Although the color was the same, it was much longer than Swift's hair, and it was also can be used as evidence.

Swift also stopped struggling, confessed, and frankly confessed the motive of committing the crime-his hidden drugs were discovered by Mr. Davis, and Davis forced him to quit drugs, and destroyed all his stocks, He threatened that if he could not quit the drug, his reputation would be ruined.Swift, who was usually humiliated for being ignorant, was stimulated by this experience, so she took the risk.

Swift took the initiative to ask Mr. Davis to have a heart-to-heart talk on the roof of the teaching building, pretending to repent, and found Johnson to forge an alibi at an off-campus coffee shop. Go up to the roof, and then jumped from the roof of the laboratory building to the scene of the crime, waiting for Davis at the corner of the roof. Davis pushed him down when he came up, locked the door of the roof, and returned the same way.

As for why Mr. Davis fell headfirst, it was because he turned his head just before Swift made a move.

So far, the case is all over.

Both of them were exhausted physically and mentally when they walked out of Scotland Yard.

Cecily pulled herself together: "I remember you still questioning Miller's alibi?"

"Since the case is over, I don't need to explore other people's privacy." Holmes also realized that he was depressed, he took a long breath, shook his shoulders and back to relax his muscles, "If you want to know, Find it yourself?"

Cecily laughed, and felt a little melancholy after laughing.

"The case is solved, you should be very happy." Holmes hooked his lips.

It stands to reason that the carriage is faster, but for some reason, the two of them chose to take a slow walk at the same time.

"Let's not talk about whether it is completely solved or not," Cecily stood beside Holmes. "I only met the suspect once in this case, and it ended inexplicably."

"You witnessed the case with your own eyes, and you used your wisdom to find the key evidence pointing to Swift." Holmes lowered his eyes. He stopped and smiled at her again. "To be honest, this case has given me a lot of trouble." A lot of inspiration."

"Huh?" Cecily also stopped, watching Holmes look radiant again.

"Children," Holmes smiled, "especially clever children like Susanna, they can get information faster and easier than adults without arousing suspicion. If I really work in this industry, these children will definitely be able to Be my help."

Cecily smiled: "Even without me, you would have thought of this sooner or later."

Holmes shook his head noncommittally.

The two walked for a while, and they were about to reach a place where it was difficult to stop the carriage. Holmes stopped. He took his cane and tapped lightly on the ground: "Sylvester, you are very smart."

Cecily didn't understand what he was going to say, and looked at him suspiciously.

"I mean, have you considered what you're going to do next?"

The author has something to say: Good morning!Everyone!Today is also a day full of energy!

After discussing with the editor, Wen changed his name (the previous one was not grounded enough), I hope you don’t lose me.

Holmes has started to care about his friend's future... In fact, he is considering whether to bring Cecily to his side and sleep together on Baker Street. Hehehe.

Do you believe it?

In fact, I don't really believe it... But there is still a dream, what if it comes true!

By the way, Cecily can also be very serious, you see, she is not serious at all right now, she touched my Fu's little neck hehehe