[Shen Xia] Tricked away a big detective

Eugene's body fell on the ground. Fulla squatted down with the flashlight on, and gestured for the wound on his chest. Sherlock was right, the wound was relatively shallow and not enough to cause his death.She took out the dissecting knife, skilfully scratched Eugene's wound a few times, then took out the dropper and drew a tube of blood.

Sherlock didn't carry many tools with him, and the only thing that could be used as a blood test were those few test strips.Fulla dropped the blood sample on the test strip and waited for a while, but nothing unusual happened.She frowned, threw off the test paper, opened Eugene's wound, and took a closer look with a magnifying glass. The blood was bright red, and it didn't seem to be injured by a knife soaked in venom. She simply leaned over and smelled it. There is no other smell besides the smell of blood.

"It's strange, his wound is not infected with toxin." Fula murmured, and then she began to press down along Eugene's neck. Although the body was already stiff, if he died of poisoning, his body would There must be muscle tremors or stiffness somewhere, but right now Eugene's whole body doesn't have that kind of bodily reaction to poisoning.

Fulla thought for a while, and then opened Eugene's mouth. There was no obvious bite mark in the mouth, and there was no trace of the burn on the throat. She scratched her hair irritably. The poison did not come from Eugene's wound. It entered, and it wasn't fed from the mouth. How did it poison him to death?She's really not good at performing wounds!

Just as she was kicking Eugene's corpse irritably, she suddenly heard a sound coming from the right rear.Fulla turned her head abruptly, and without making a sound, she directly threw the scalpel in her hand and plunged it into a wooden board.

She walked over cautiously and lifted the board, but there was no one behind.She stayed in the spot quietly, feeling the movement around her. In the darkness, she heard a light slap. Fulla suddenly dodged to the side, and then her foot slipped. She couldn't stabilize her body for a moment and fell to the ground .

With a bang, a bullet hit the wooden board that Fulla was facing just now. She pushed her hands to the ground and tried to stand up, but she touched the oil in her hands. Someone spilled oil here in advance, deliberately letting herself dodge. Time to slip!That's too late!Fulla rolled directly on the ground, wanting to get off the slippery floor first, but before she could stand up, she felt someone grabbing her leg, and then felt a burst of coolness being injected into her calf.

Fulla kicked the man away violently, she grabbed something she didn't know at hand, and threw it at the man.The opponent was kicked by Fulla and fell to the corner of the wall without moving for a long time. He pointed his gun at Fulla: "Don't move!"

Fulla took out a small knife from her pocket again, and was about to throw it to kill the opponent, but when she heard the voice: "Sherlock?"

Sherlock was kicked hard by Fulla. He felt that the part he was kicked must have been purple. If he hadn't dodged quickly, his bones might have broken.Although the pain was so painful that he wanted to vomit blood, on the surface, the big detective still looked confident: "What are you doing here, Fulla?"

Fulla felt it was absurd. The person she was desperately trying to save set up such a big game to attack her?

"You are sick, Sherlock! What are you doing hiding here!"

Sherlock looked at Fulla, and suddenly answered an irrelevant question: "Do you know the cause of Eugene's death?"

Fulla didn't dare to relax, she held the knife tightly in her hand, and stared at Sherlock with a good look: "What do you want to do?"

Sherlock said to himself: "Eugene didn't actually die from any kind of poisoning, the real cause of his death was suffocation."

Fulla didn't bother to care about how Eugene died, and now she was so angry that she wished Sherlock could lie beside Eugene and die.She stepped over the obstacle under her feet and walked towards Sherlock: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Sherlock continued: "After the murderer stunned Eugene with drugs, he really wanted to kill him with a knife, but because of lack of strength, the knife stabbed him not only did not kill him, but the pain woke him up. The murderer was afraid that he would not be able to control Eugene after the anesthesia ended, so he strangled him to death with an electric wire, because Eugene ingested a high amount of ecstasy, so his limbs had no strength to resist, and even the traces of struggle were very small."

Fulla approached Sherlock, ignoring his gun against her, and pointed the knife to his carotid artery: "What did you inject me with!"

Sherlock looked at Fulla steadfastly, and after a while, said, "Drug."

Fulla suddenly felt that the leg that had just been injected was a little weak. She concentrated her body weight on the other leg and exerted a little force on her hand. A bloodstain appeared on Sherlock's neck: "The medicine in the dinner was given by you." of?!"

Sherlock didn't deny it: "Fula, what are you waiting for, why don't you just kill me?" He even moved the muzzle of the gun pointed at Fula slightly downwards: "You don't want to kill me because you think I It's still useful, isn't it? Like you let Cecil Darren go."

Fulla froze, several thoughts flashed through her mind quickly, but she vetoed them one by one.The two of them were silent for a long time in the dark, and she said softly, "When did you find out?"

Sherlock hooked his lips: "On the day you said Cecil escaped by himself."

"Then why are you poking me out now?"

Sherlock gently pushed Fulla's hand holding the knife away: "Because I've just been completely sure of my reasoning." Feeling that Fulla's attitude had softened, he leaned against the wall: "Before you know After I became Sherlock Holmes, you rescued me three times, in Abraham's backyard, in the basement, and this time. When I was in the basement, I was a little strange. Although we are indeed a cooperative relationship, our friendship is far less than yours The extent of saving one's life."

Fulla smiled: "If I don't save you, how can you take me out of London?"

Sherlock nodded: "Let's count it as a reason, but tonight, you have already left London and obtained your identity certificate. Why do you insist on investigating the murderer and finding out my whereabouts after suspecting that I was killed?"

Fulla bit her lip, but didn't answer.

"Because if I die, the next thing will be difficult for you, won't it?" Sherlock touched the wound on his neck, it was very shallow, and the blood had stopped: "At that time in the basement, you didn't No plan to kill Cecil, even if he has a gun, he is not your opponent at all, you see, even if you set up traps, and even inject you with drugs, if you kick me away and throw the knife directly, I will not be able to make it in time Shoot. This kind of reaction is impossible for ordinary people, Fulla, you have been professionally trained."

"You can quickly locate the body parts in a pile of garbage based on the feel and smell; after entering the basement and finding the broken body and internal organs, you can still think calmly, without panic at all; there is no panic or reflex coma after two bullets in the body Symptoms, you can still insist on arranging follow-up arrangements; after you found out that I was missing, your method of researching whether the corpse is poisoned is also professional, especially when checking the muscle stiffness of the corpse, every place you press is the most appropriate part Fulla, you have seen a lot of dead bodies, you are very sensitive to the smell of corpses and blood, you know how to dissect, and you are especially good at human anatomy, am I right?"

"I used to think that you were called to Abraham's house because Abel wanted to put you under his nose, waiting for an opportunity to kill people, but after finding out that you went in for a week, he had a hot fight with Dominic, which is really unreasonable. You If you are really afraid of Abel, you should keep a distance from everyone in his family. Dominic is not a playboy, and the chance of being fascinated by a maid like you is almost zero, so you should have known each other a long time ago. Dominic is a year old The former was sent to a newly built hotel in Kuwait for security checks, but within two months he was implicated in a terrorist attack and returned to London urgently. You smuggled to London about two months after he returned to China, and regained the same His connection successfully entered Abraham's house, but you are not for him, but for Cecil Darren."

Sherlock smiled: "Fula, I don't think I've ever asked your full name."

Fulla turned her head away awkwardly: "Since you already know everything, why are you asking?"

Seeing that she didn't deny it, Sherlock's smile became bigger and bigger: "You are not very skilled in the technique just now, but you have a deep understanding of the human body structure. You have often been exposed to these, but you don't have much practical experience. The biggest possibility is Just finished studying anatomy and was forced to stop."

Fulla lowered her head: "Stop talking."

Sherlock spoke faster and faster: "Cecil Darren is a doctor of the Fanning Church, but his status is not high. If he wants to gain a place among the congregation, he must produce effective scientific research results, just like theirs. Your former top physician, your father and teacher - Alan Babbitt."

"I want you to stop!" Fulla raised her head abruptly, and put the knife that had been put down in her hand again on Sherlock's neck.

"Calm down! Miss Babbitt." Sherlock raised his head to prevent the angry Fulla from shaking her hands and accidentally hurting herself: "You let go of Cecil to find a new stronghold of the Fanning Cult through him. I can help you."

Fulla sneered: "Otherwise, why do you think I kept you?" She glanced at Sherlock with a complicated expression: "How did you guess that I am Ellen's daughter?"

"Photographs, and your crappy dissection techniques." Sherlock said, "I've seen Ellen Babbitt's file. He had a marriage and a daughter. There is a wedding photo of him in his file bag." , according to the facial features of the husband and wife, you can basically describe the appearance of your daughter. Your anatomical technique can only be called a beginner. It is impossible for Fanning to raise a young idler like you. The only possibility is You are a close relative of their high-ranking personnel. You used to learn medical knowledge from your father, didn't you?"

"You're really good." Fulla said softly, "If I were half as good as you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be making such a big circle."

"After you found out that I was Holmes, did you decide to use me to go to Kuwait to find clues about Fanningism and avenge your father?"

Fulla smiled bitterly: "You're right, the main base of the Fanning Cult was relocated after my father's death, and only their high-level personnel knew about it. I, as you said, only have the strength of a body But my brain is not working. My original plan was to go back to the Fanning Church through Cecil and start from the bottom. But I didn't expect to meet you. At that time, I thought, if I have Mr. Holmes' help, I will It didn’t take years to find it.”

"If you were alone, I'm afraid you died inexplicably just after joining." Sherlock glanced at Fulla, "But it's different now. I would like to join you and solve this matter together." His eyes suddenly revealed Excited light: "Ha! Mysterious organization! Fulla, we're leaving for Kuwait right now!"

Seeing that Sherlock returned to the previous look of being beaten up in a second, Fulla curled her lips: "The matter here has not been resolved yet."

Standing up against the wall, Sherlock glanced at Eugene's corpse: "Hmph, poor technique."

"Do you know who the murderer is?" Fulla asked.

Sherlock stretched out his hand to her and pulled her up: "Let's talk about it tomorrow, you have passed your drug addiction, and the dose I gave you is not heavy. Later, you and I will go to the warehouse and take Francis and the others away." Take it back to your room."

Fulla stood firm and felt sensation in her legs: "After you fascinated them, you threw them into the warehouse?"

Sherlock supported his waist, he felt that Fulla was about to kick himself to pieces: "Before dawn, let's quickly restore the house! Hey, you kicked really hard." He suddenly remembered something, Looking at Fulla suspiciously: "You stepped on me in the basement, did you do it on purpose?"

Fulla looked up at the sky with a guilty conscience, and suddenly remembered something, she frowned and asked, "Then tell me, what does it mean that the probability of Dominic being charmed by someone like me is zero? how is it like!"

Sherlock glanced at Fulla with a half-smile: "You really know how to focus."

The more Fulla thought about it, the more wronged she became, how much she had suffered to find Sherlock tonight!Seeing the way Sherlock ordered her to do things, she got angry and reached out and pressed hard on his injured place!

"Ah! You're still here!" Sherlock shrank back in pain.

"Hmph! I'm going back to sleep! Whoever makes the mess should clean it up!"

The author has something to say:

Sherlock: That idiot Fulla still wants to lie to me?I'm the only consulting detective in the world! (chest out)

Fulla: Fortunately, I have many vests...