[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

"The name of the deceased was Otto Brown, 45 years old, a pediatric specialist at this hospital."

"Judging from the files and monitoring, this doctor's life is regular and healthy." Sherlock took a sip of strong tea, as if the effect of staying up late could be offset by this sip of tea. "First of all, the first question, someone murdered Brown. Doctor, why?"

"Vendetta? Anyway, it can't be love killing."

Sherlock took the newspaper at the door and spread it on the table smoothly, and glanced at Iris upon hearing this.

"continue."

"Dr. Brown is friendly and gets along well with his colleagues. His friends are all in the local circle. You can find out the information if you just ask anyone. That's what Merry said." Iris scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal with a spoon and put it aside. Gently blowing on the bowl, "The only strange thing is that maybe he's not married? As a pediatrician, he must love children very much."

"Here it is said that a few months ago, his subordinates had a medical accident. A boy suffered a hemorrhage during the operation and died after rescue failed. But the main responsibility does not lie with him, and the doctor who is really responsible has also dealt with it." John looked at the police. The information given, "A colleague said that he was depressed for a long time before he devoted himself to work again."

"Then the motive of the murderer is not yet known?"

"Can we talk about something else?" John rubbed his temples. Last night, he tossed with Sherlock until the wee hours of the morning before falling asleep in a hurry. Now he relies on strong coffee to cheer up, but his head still hurts when he sees the files. "It's breakfast time after all, can you please let me go?"

"The motive cannot be concluded without more information. Then the second question, how was the bomb placed in the office?"

Sherlock turned a deaf ear to his request, so John could only eat breakfast on his own and ignore the excited detective.Looking at Dr. Watson's appearance, Iris gave him a little blessing in his heart. Every day around Sherlock is so exciting, isn't it?

In order to support John, Aerys decided not to bother with the big detective.

"The monitoring in the corridor shows that there was no abnormality before the explosion." Seeing that no one spoke, Sherlock took up the conversation without hindrance, and analyzed to himself, "Part of the monitoring in the office was artificially damaged, and the researchers Restored the picture 3 minutes ago, but still nothing."

"There is no change from the usual one. The murderer is familiar with this doctor. At least he came here in advance to know the shift time and venue, so as not to accidentally injure him? Oh, I will talk about this later, although there is a chance of coincidence, but judging from the current situation, the murderer's target Only Mr Brown."

"Why?" Aerys couldn't help asking.

"At other times and places, his plan can be simpler, and he is not the only one who died."

The mocking look in Sherlock's eyes made her firm again in her determination to shut up obediently.

"The murderer's identity can prevent him from being suspected by the original suspect..."

Just then, his cell phone rang.Sherlock picked it up impatiently, with a stiff tone.

"Sir, I'm assuming that you have made a major discovery and finally realized that your small brain capacity can't solve these, ordinary, small problems?" He spoke quickly, but after the other side finished the first sentence under his bombardment, His blue-green color burst into a sudden burst of light.Under the strange eyes of John and Iris, he quietly listened to the speech of the person on the other end of the phone without interrupting that person?

The two of them frowned, and said that things were by no means simple.

Sure enough, just after hanging up the phone, Sherlock jumped up from his seat.

"Serial murder case! Another crime within twelve hours!"

"You guys go, I'm a little girl and I don't get involved in this kind of thing." After John saw the information that Sherlock gave him, and saw her expression was indescribable, Aerys compared the expressions of the two, and then combined The serial murders that Sherlock talked about must not be shown to girls.She understood John thoughtfully and smiled back.

"Anyway, after such a morning, Aunt Merry won't let me go out today." Iris complained, "Besides, this case cannot be concealed. I'll wait for a harmonious version that can be published in the newspaper!"

John and the happy girl understood what they were doing, and agreed to bring her bread when they came back.

"Oh, John, you're not thanking me at all!" With that said, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Compared with last night's investigation, this time the scene brought more clues to Sherlock.

"Okay, let's talk about why you said it was a serial murder case first?" Sherlock was very curious, how did such a scene lead them to this conclusion.

In the standard room of the Standard Express Hotel, the heavy curtains were tightly closed, preventing sunlight from entering the dark room.A young and beautiful woman lay naked on her back on the bed. Her makeup was vague, but it could be seen that it had been carefully made up.The face is serene, but below the abdomen is a hollow with blood and flesh.

The medical report revealed that the poor woman's entire uterus was missing, and they were soon found in a rubbish bin near the hotel.

Obviously, imitating Jack the Ripper's approach.

Some policemen couldn't bear to watch such a scene, they expressed sideways glances at Sherlock's energy and cold-bloodedness.After being scanned by the sheriff's stern gaze, they each went about their own business.

"This room was reserved by someone, and the room card was taken away, so we couldn't see his face." The hotel manager came forward to explain, he wiped the sweat from his face, and looked terrified, "He I remember the original identity information was a woman, but just now when the police asked us to check the check-in records, we found this."

He led people to the room where the management system on this floor was located. On the computer with the screen on in the room were the records of each tenant. When he clicked on the order for the place where the case occurred, there was only a name in bold in red.

Fire-raiser, arsonist.

"Provocation? I want to be noticed, or is it a code name he took complacently?" Sherlock stared at the man on the screen. After the victim in the surveillance came out of the next room, he was immediately covered by the murderer lurking outside the door with a handkerchief. nose and mouth, and was dragged into the prepared slaughterhouse, "It seems that our murderer still has a behind-the-scenes team to take care of his affairs."

"Four o'clock, interesting." Sherlock's speaking speed often represented his excitement level, but no one could describe the speed of his brain. "The victim showed signs of sex last night. According to various signs, it is the man in the next room?"

"Willa Taylor, a bank clerk. Logically speaking, she has a decent job, she is young and beautiful, and there should be many people chasing her. Why did she have a relationship with this Mr. Thomas Wells who has a family?" Xia Xia Locke only glanced at the information and memorized them all, "Even rented out this room for a long time to be his underground lover?"

That's right, the room of Mr. Wells, who was asleep next door, was handled by this Miss Taylor.And poor Mr. Wells was going mad with despair when he awoke to realize what had happened.

"Because of love, are you satisfied?" Under constant questioning from his wife and the police who came after hearing the news, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted in a nervous breakdown, "Only when you are with Vera I can feel the passion of life, is this reason enough? I love her and she loves me, I don't want to continue to explain what the vows are, yes, yes, I cheated, so what are you going to do now?"

"Oh, let's talk." John only listened to it once, and then followed Sherlock, who was not interested, to the monitoring room.

Wells' wife, who couldn't help crying, and the young policeman were left, and the scene was once very embarrassing.

"Well, even though his disguise is in place, we can at least determine the murderer's gender and approximate body shape, right?" There are traces of blood on the bed sheet, and the blurred body proportions in the surveillance, Sherlock immediately figured out The scope of the murderer's possible circumstances, "about 175 in height, healthy and without disabilities, medium build but strong, residents of the surrounding three blocks, and occupation can freely enter and exit a wide range of occasions."

"There is still no motive for committing the crime?" John frowned. The nature of this incident has developed in a bad direction, but they still have no suspects.

"Based on the performance of the few people just now, yes, that's right." Sherlock also accidentally flipped through the report in his hand, with a solemn expression, expressing his high excitement for the case in his words. "Miss Willa doesn't have a boyfriend's life pattern. If this kind of thing hadn't happened, everyone around her would have thought she was an old antique in the new era. Therefore, the possibility of her boyfriend killing her after knowing the details was ruled out."

"Could it be that Mrs. Wells bought the murder...?" John looked at Sherlock's expression and swallowed back what he wanted to say later, "Okay, I shouldn't guess that poor lady like that. ,My fault."

"There is no problem with her performance so far, but it is not ruled out that she is acting." Sherlock gave a rare look to the little policeman who was following him, "Let people follow her, don't act rashly for now."

This rookie who had just entered the industry was arranged to accompany Sherlock. After listening to the analysis all the way, he seemed a little confused, but as a policeman, he was still very capable.He was doing his job well and reported the situation on Sherlock's side to his superiors.

In a dark room, a nervous-looking man opened a software in the corner of his phone.

After a few minutes, he heard a voice from the pitch-black software interface.

"Good evening, sir." Although the voice of the person on the other end of the phone has been processed, the frivolity in his tone is about to overflow. He seemed to be looking at the man, and he continued the next sentence before he lost his temper, "I Thought you'd appreciate my little inspiration as a partner."

"Bullshit inspiration." The man violently suppressed his emotions and did not show other thoughts in front of this person, but unfortunately he failed, holding the phone with his right hand, as if trying to crush it . "It's said in the plan that you will erase the loopholes in the crime for me. Is that what you did?"

Under the dim light of the desk lamp, the newspapers published the latest news, and the headline "Arsonist" naturally dominated the front page.The man obviously hated the title.

"Didn't you say you want to be a city's villain? Then you should have a code name that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Look, the vigilante in Gotham next door is a successful example, ha." The tempting His tone was casually shown so righteous, and listening to the heavy breathing on that side, he continued to instill sweet poison, "I didn't reveal my identity, and was recognized by the foolish people, look, I did it. "

"Just wait for my news, the only thing left to do now is to let it ferment."

After a while, he nodded slowly towards the messy room where no one was there.

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