[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"This dress has a strong smell of tea eggs, and it also smells of fennel." When Sherlock was not a bird, Henry kindly answered Lestrade's question.

When he was on a mission in the past, it wasn't that he didn't buy all kinds of snacks on the streets of London.

Tea eggs are one of them.

"So we want to arrest all the people who sell tea eggs? But even if that person has bought tea eggs, it is impossible for the stall owner to recognize all of them?" What's more, it is already difficult to capture all the people who have sold tea eggs in London. No small matter.

"Who said he was buying tea eggs? He was selling tea eggs, and he was with a woman... The clothes were still stained with the smell of Chanel's classic perfume, and the strong smell of sauce stains on the cuffs proved that he was doing it. The one with tea eggs smells like perfume. It could only be his wife or lover. A couple are selling tea eggs on the street. Isn’t it hard to find such characteristics? Besides, they should have come to London recently.” Sherlock remembered After Connie came back from the library that day, the smell on her body coincided with the smell on this coat, but at that time, he didn't combine the two smells together.

At that time, Connie also told herself a few interesting stories about a mixed-race couple... It seemed that she took 5 tea eggs for a pound?

She was so happy that he was a little impressed. After all, it was always her heart's joy to meet discounts and price cuts.

Just came to London, a couple, selling tea eggs, with Chanel classic perfume.These features are already obvious enough.

Lestrade hurriedly asked someone to investigate, but the way he looked at Sherlock was a little strange.

Chanel classic perfume... He knows about Chanel, but he just knows that it sells things that girls like. My wife likes Chanel bags very much, but Sherlock, a weirdo, can smell Chanel as soon as he smells it A classic fragrance?

Tut tut...

"Like torture? Huh...then there seems to be more than one... stronghold..." Sherlock muttered to himself again, walked out of the convenience store first, and disappeared after a while.

Seeing that there were no more clues in the store, Lestrade only told the owner to report to the police if the man came back.

Immediately afterwards, Henry walked out of the convenience store with a stern expression on his face.

"Henry..."

"?"

"Perhaps... Mrs. Hudson prefers Chanel Classic?"

"She likes to use perfume, but she rarely uses Chanel. As for the brand... I don't know very well..." After all, he just took the card and asked her to use it herself.

"Oh..." Lestrade nodded, "What about Connie?"

Henry opened his eyes: "Connie doesn't like these perfumes, she's only 13 years old!" On weekdays, when Connie has a smell on her body, basically when she just finished cooking or desserts, the aroma of those foods is very delicious. His heart, but most of the time, Connie is the kind who is clean and has no smell at all.

"Why are you so obsessed with perfume?"

Lestrade shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm just curious..." Regarding the fact that Sherlock can know the brand and even the style of the perfume just by smelling it, it seems terribly unreliable...

Hearing the word curious, Henry glanced at Lestrade in surprise: "So you..." The hobby is so special... A big man is so keen on perfume. If you like it, there is nothing wrong with wearing some men's cologne. But it's actually a perfume for girls like Chanel?

Henry, whose expression became a little serious, did not give the London sheriff a look of contempt, but looked at him with deep and deep eyes, patted his shoulder meaningfully, got into his car, 221B was returned.

It's just that when Sherlock's phone was dialed in the car, it showed that the phone was turned off. Henry smashed the window angrily: Where did this kid go?

Sherlock ran to the Hammersmith Library where Connie had been a few days ago.

At this time, it was still dark, and the library didn't open until six o'clock in the morning, but now, it was obvious that the door had been left for a long time.

However, this has never been an obstacle for Sherlock.

Walking around the entrance of the library, he successfully locked on several cameras and surveillance cameras.

It's just that when I was about to take out my phone to hack in, I found that the phone was out of battery and turned off automatically.

Putting away his mobile phone, he looked at the dark night sky, found a big tree, jumped up and climbed up - it was facing the toilet on the second floor.

I have to say that it is troublesome if it is too long. Fortunately, Sherlock is considered thin, so he took off his woolen coat and hung it on a tree. He walked into the window of the toilet in his shirt.

Probably because of the old age, there is no infrared sensor indoors.

So Sherlock walked the hall quite naturally.

The first room I passed by was a library specially built for children - there are especially many children coming to the Hammersmith Library, because it is the only one specially built for children among the top ten libraries in the UK A place for a library.

Sherlock opened the door casually and went in, flipping through the books as he passed by, they were all pictures...It turned out that Connie liked this kind of books with pictures.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows clearly, turned around but didn't find the computer, so he backed out again, closed the door politely, and walked to the next hall.

This time he also didn't see a computer, but fortunately he was resourceful and pried the cabinet under the staff's workbench - where the working machines are usually located.

Instead he found a notebook, albeit a slightly lower quality one.

Turn on the computer, quickly hack into the surrounding cameras, and set the time to the day when Connie went out.

After turning on the eight surrounding cameras to watch at the same time, he successfully found a couple who were selling tea eggs at a corner outside the library. On the image was Connie's smiling apple face.

With a tea egg in his mouth, he looked like a stuffed hamster.

Looking at the three people in the camera, he sat on a chair and touched his chin, and when his eyes turned, he brought up a storm in his mind.

There was a "click", and there was a creaking sound from the door downstairs.

Sherlock looked at his watch, it was already 06:30 and it was still dark.

Ten minutes later, the sun rose from below the horizon, and its brilliance gradually covered the sky.

The librarian opened the door of the library, glanced at the quiet room, and ran to the toilet.

The cold wind blew into the window, the administrator looked at the bare tree branch, shrank back, and closed the window door.

Before the door closed, he saw a tall black figure. He was wearing a woolen coat, which made him look mighty and dignified. His dark brown curly hair made him more fashionable, so that he would not be too old-fashioned, but just looking at it Can see back.

It didn't catch his attention too much.

Downstairs, Sherlock walked slowly among the scattered dead leaves. The cold wind blew over and swept over his reddish fingers.

After tying the black scarf around his neck in his hand, he put on his gloves without haste, and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

"Go to the suburbs."