[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

When the female police officer took Sierra to the murder scene in the hotel, they were locked out as she expected.After negotiating with the police at the door, the two successfully opened the door with the key card, and then saw the curly-haired detective lying in the middle of the bed in a big character shape with a face thinking about life.

"Sherlock!" Policewoman Donovan yelled incredulously, "You know this is the scene of the crime! You are destroying the evidence!"

The room almost maintained the appearance before she left, and the serial numbers were marked everywhere as evidence for taking photos.And Sherlock Holmes lay in the messy bed and stared at the ceiling thoughtfully. He was not surprised by their arrival at all, but simply said, "Take a breath, you have disturbed my thinking."

Donovan, "..."

Sierra raised her lips in interest, her eyes flicked from the fading rose petals on the table, and then moved to the motionless man in the middle of the big bed, thinking for a while.

"If you're simulating what it's like to be there... I was lying there, not the murderer, Mr. Holmes," she said.

"I know." He suddenly sat up from the bed and glanced at her, "I'm verifying how you were knocked out and judging the murderer's position and height from the angle of the fall."

Donovan, "And the answer?"

Sherlock Holmes jumped off the bed, then stood at a forty-degree position on the left side of the bed, close to the door, compared her height with his hand, and said calmly and clearly, "Here he/she implemented the first With one move, Miss Jones was stunned from the side. Facing the surprised dead, he/she grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed it twice in the chest—the murderer’s height was not much different from hers. Judging from the depth and fatality of the wound on the chest, it is likely to be a young woman, weighing about 50kg. The first cut was a little panicked because of a sudden intention, and she was inexperienced. After calming down and predicting the seriousness of the matter, she A second stab was made, more precise, ruthless, quicker, and deadly."

Donovan was taken aback, "You mean... the second cut is fatal? But the forensic doctor said..."

"Fire him." Sherlock said naturally, "A man who can confuse muscle bleeding with dipping, the only meaning of his existence is to set off the IQ of the Scotland Yard police - oh sorry, is this why you keep him reason?"

Donovan, "... what?! Confused? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell us?!"

Sherlock: "Does something so obvious need me to tell you all myself?"

There is no doubt that the word "obvious" will be the worst nightmare of all Scotland Yard people.

"I checked the camera," Sherlock walked to the bed, opened the curtains and looked out, murmured to himself while thinking, "From the time shown by the camera in the corridor, it was only 5 minutes before the deceased entered the room and called the police. Minus the fragmented time of 'discovering the truth', 'shock', 'picking up the phone', 'connecting', the effective time for him/her to realize the murder is less than three minutes and 40 seconds, including walking from the hiding place Come out, stun the owner of the room, subdue the dead, stab twice in a row, then clean up the scene, and walk out from here safe and sound—”

When he said this, he suddenly paused, his eyes lit up, "Yes...go out! All the corridor cameras have not found any suspicious persons entering and exiting the corridors of this building during the relevant time period, and if you want to be in such a short time To accomplish all this within the time, he/she must have an extraordinary brain and resilience, and most importantly!"

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes suddenly focused on one place, and he murmured to himself, "Yes... that's right—it must be so! Murder in a secret room!—It's really very smart——"

Donovan began to doubt his IQ again, "Excuse me, can you speak English?"

"Here!" Shylock suddenly yelled, successfully scaring everyone, his eyes glowed with fanaticism, and he walked over a few steps to hold Serra's shoulder, that kind of strength fully revealed the excitement of his inner emotions , staring at her is simply creepy, "——here! That's right! This is the only possibility!"

Goosebumps rushed out of Sierra's body. Without hesitation, she stretched out her foot and stomped on the detective's shoe. Then, seeing the expression of the curly-haired detective in front of her, her hands froze for an instant, and she calmly retracted her foot. The other party turned and fled lightly in the shackles he couldn't help himself, then turned his head with a blank expression.

"Don't touch me," she said, and paused, "You mean... the murderer was hiding in this room at the time? She didn't break in from the outside at all, but was hiding in this place all the time?"

Sherlock Holmes, who was baring his teeth in pain and hissing his breath, raised his eyebrows, "It's lucky that there are still people in this country who can understand English."

Donovan, "..." Sherlock Holmes style is not surprising at all haha.

"But how did she come in early? What did I miss?" Sherlock Holmes habitually stared at a place once he was lost in thought. This time his target was the curtain, which made him always look weird and Aloof, "I asked the front desk for the past two days that there was only one key card in Jones's hands, and the rest were kept well. It takes a lot of complicated procedures for others to get in touch with them... So where is it! Where did she come in from! --oh!"

He suddenly ran to the window, opened the curtains to let the dazzling sunlight in, then leaned close to the glass, stared at something, and didn't speak for a long time.

Donovan couldn't help but leaned over to take a look. He didn't find anything wrong, and said dissatisfiedly, "Stop trying to whet your appetite, Sherlock, and state your conclusion."

Sherlock glanced at her inexplicably, then turned his head away, obviously the glass aroused his interest more, "The answer is here."

Sera walked over silently, glanced at it, then paused, with a clear smile in his eyes, and said softly, "So it's like this..."

"This is the 16th floor." Sherlock narrowed his eyes. The wise and focused light in his eyes when he was thinking is very attractive, and it is the charm that only belongs to smart people who work hard. "Who can easily cling to about 60 meters high without falling? Who can come and go freely at such a height and place without attracting anyone’s attention? And who can enter and leave a room in a high-rise building without any sound and let any camera fail to capture her The figure of..."

The moment Sherlock Holmes uttered the word, someone answered faster than he did.

"Spider-Man," Serra said.

And its more formal and well-known title is "exterior wall cleaner", a person who specializes in scrubbing glass buildings at high altitudes. It is a very high-risk occupation that requires special training and courage to complete the work smoothly.

And what Sherlock Holmes discovered was a little dried water stain left by "Spider-Man" after scrubbing the glass.

"Why you, Sierra Jones?" Sherlock suddenly turned around and stared at her. "Why did you just kill the man and not deal with you along the way? Maybe you saw her true face? Or she Are you afraid that in the days to come you will slowly recall all the details at that time, and catch yourself along the clues?"

"Why?" Sherlock said in a low voice, "Why are you still alive?"

If Sera hadn't probably understood the true meaning of the detective's words, she might have thought that there would be so much bitterness and hatred between them.

"As you said, Mr. Holmes, she attacked me from the side, and I fell down before I could see her face." Sera narrowed her eyes, and her eyes became darker, "As for why she didn't kill me?" And kill him... the answer is obvious, isn't it? Haven't you guessed it too, Sherlock Holmes?"

She twitched her lips, "Who would sneak into my room so crazy? What was her intention? Assault? Secret filming? Robbery? - No, neither. I think the dead Mr. The unlucky ghost in the mouth, the target of the murderer is not him, but me, and I am the only one from the beginning to the end—"

"I'm a star," she said, "and I have a lot of fans. Unfortunately, among those lovely fans, there are also a few not-so-cute ones who often do unexpected things. Come to think of it, I thought I was used to it."

"Until today," she lowered her eyes, her voice slightly hoarse, "—because of me, she killed him."

Only this one reason can explain all these clues.And so far, this is indeed the most reasonable one.

Even Sherlock Holmes can't find obvious flaws in it - he doesn't know much about the world, but he is smart enough to understand many unchanging truths in this world, and love - tolerant, calm, forbearing, passionate Yes, violent... As long as it is love, it is a dangerous and unfavorable factor, and countless tragedies have proved this for him.

For a person like him who has always been calm and rational, and who almost never acts emotionally, it is difficult for him to understand this kind of fanatic love for idols that is almost crazy and twisted, so fanatical that it surpasses friends, lovers and family members, surpasses all of his own interests, and even kills at pain , Just to retaliate against Sera's ignorance and neglect, he brutally stabbed the other party again and again, stabbed the other party to death, then blamed her with resentment, and then walked away.

She didn't kill her, not only because of the memory and love for her idol from the bottom of her heart, but also because she wanted to see her fall into the murder scandal and lose her reputation, fall from the altar and suffer countless doubts and accusations from everyone. She wanted Sera Become like her, living in a hell where no light can be seen, suffering day by day, all lights are extinguished, until finally the darkness drowns everything.

In daily life, maybe the murderer is just an unknown and inconspicuous ordinary person, but it is often this kind of person whose potential is very terrifying once he falls into a desperate situation.In an instant, they will become completely opposite to their usual personalities, calm, wise, cruel, disregarding human life and even enjoying killing, they like to play the police around, they can get a pleasure of releasing depression from it, and finally become a complete serial killer.In many investigations, most of the people who created many appalling incidents were gentle, kind and honest people in the eyes of their neighbors and relatives.

Sherlock Holmes looked at her. "You don't look surprised at all, so you have a premonition about this day?"

"No," Sera replied, "I just suddenly thought of an unsigned letter sent half a month ago, in the tone of a loyal fan, but what she wrote on it was more like a creepy threat, I have to be impressed by that."

"Where is it?" Sherlock asked, and then paused, "No—I think there is a more important problem to be solved before this." He lowered his finger and pressed the button of the phone quickly, and gave her A picture was shown, a building that, from the outside, belonged to a very formal commercial company.

Donovan, "What's this?"

"C&P cleaning company, working closely with ZF and several hotel chains all year round, is responsible for most of the cleaning matters, and the person we are looking for is here." Sherlock said, "And by the way to answer your next question: the desk at the front desk I found a C&P contact card on the internet, unfortunately I have a good memory, so let's skip these steps - I have already texted the person in the name of the police department, informing him that he will be ready to receive in 10 minutes We, trusting him to be very cooperative in our endeavors—go forth, ladies?"

Donovan, "..."

Sela laughed out loud.

Simply brilliant.She thought to herself, like a 30-year-old giant baby, whose IQ fills the whole head, leaving no extra space.Every movement and expression is not superfluous, very neat and full of interesting details.

Of course, more importantly, every sentence he seems to reveal such an obvious subtext——

Hit me hard please.Never show mercy.

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