[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

The monitoring room is surrounded by a group of criminal police and two outsiders.

In fact, Weiwei was a little uncomfortable with this situation at first, the feeling was similar to going to the wrong set, but the person who was her professor at the time was too calm, so Weiwei got used to it after following along.

"This man's expression is not right," Weiwei said, turning his head a little towards Sherlock, "I said, you can see that his movements are a little hasty, although it is not very clear, but it can be seen that his movements are a little flinching .He probably knows what's in the suitcase."

"But he's not suspected."

The voices of the two people coincided.

Lestrade turned his head when he heard the sound, and then saw Vivi's apologetic smile and Sherlock still looked like he was number one in the world.

"why?"

Here is Vincent who asked out.

"Don't you know how to think about this kind of question?"

Lestrade slapped Vincent with a backhand—oh cross it out again, and he refuted Vincent in turn.

He could also see this very simple reasoning, but it was only a little slower than those two.

The finder was dressed very ordinary, and he certainly didn't have the financial strength to carry such a good suitcase. Sherlock didn't have this information, but they all had it.

Second, according to the monitoring, the suitcase was thrown in a place where the monitoring happened to be broken.Suspects who deliberately avoid surveillance will not reappear on their own.In short, it does not conform to the style of the person in the video.

"We did a preliminary check. It's a brand A suitcase. It's been out for about half a year. It is characterized by a large capacity. The torso, head and legs of the deceased are contained in the suitcase. The arm is not there, so it may not be able to fit. Some cotton wool was stuffed inside the suitcase." , Now the medical examiner's office has started to find out who the victim is."

Lestrade took out his phone and glanced at the message, then said.

Sherlock's eyes seemed to be glued to the monitoring screen, and he looked at the screen carefully.

"So now we want to find out who threw the suitcase?" Weiwei asked in a low voice.

"Obvious."

said Sherlock.

"Can't find it."

"It seems that the other party is quite cunning. This is a transportation hub, there are transfers, and there is also a nearby train station. I don't know if it is a coincidence or deliberate at the moment where the monitoring is broken. From the monitoring point of view, it can be found. The possibility is too small, the efficiency is too low, let's go to the medical examiner's office."

Sherlock's eyes slid from one row of monitors to the next. He seemed to have recorded all the images in his mind.

He dragged Vivi a few steps outside: "Lestrade, aren't you going?"

Lestrade was a little helpless, tilted his head and sighed: "Okay, I will lead you the way."

Sherlock forced out a sincere expression, politely asked Lestrade to go first, and made a gesture.

Lestrade, however, was not pleased.

Just after the three left, forensic doctor Anderson, who had just become a regular, came in.

"Hey Vincent, I think you're a bit disappointed." Anderson's tone was neither good nor warm.

Vincent stared at the exit with a little disappointment: "I was wondering, are the two of them together?"

Anderson shrugged: "Who knows, even though that sociopath has been taking that little girl with him, I still don't think he is very human. You still have a chance, Vincent, be confident."

"What are you doing here?" Vincent smiled a little distractedly.

"I'm a forensic doctor, of course I'm here... Wait, why did the three of them just leave?"

"The body has been sent to the medical examiner's office."

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Forensic Office

At such times, Weiwei can only watch from the sidelines, and an experienced old forensic doctor, Lawrence, who is about to retire, is in charge.

Although Sherlock always looked down on the people of Scotland Yard, Vivi knew that he still respected this conscientious old forensic doctor.Lawrence has been on the front line since he just graduated. Although there was room for improvement, Lawrence still chose to fight on the front line, and then stayed until now—he is about to retire.

Lawrence has seen too many cases, and he is not inferior to Sherlock Holmes in some aspects with his experience.

This is not an innate intellectual advantage, but a constant accumulation.

"It doesn't look like there are many traces left." Lawrence frowned, and arranged the body parts one by one. "From what we can see now, the fatal injury is here on the back."

He reached out and pressed the wound on his back shoulder blade.

"This kind of wound looks like a knife about 20cm long. Maybe it's a fruit knife."

Sherlock answered.

"Don't jump to conclusions, young man." Lawrence's expression was very serious - although he couldn't see it clearly with the mask on, he could feel that he was serious.

It's rare that someone can call Sherlock young that way without getting a venomous rebuttal from Sherlock, which is one of Vivi's arguments that Sherlock respects him.

Sherlock did not refute, but found the traces on the specimen with Lawrence.

"It seems that there are not many restraint wounds, maybe a fatal blow. Judging from the fracture, the criminal does not seem to have a medical background. Her cuts were random, but they were changed to joints later. It seems that it is more expensive than ordinary knives. Bigger."

Sherlock tried to model the murder weapon in his mind.

The DNA data of the deceased has been handed over to the office next door to search for a match in the system. It is not known when the results will be available.After all, the corpse without a head, and it happened to be in such a place close to the transportation hub, which brought great difficulties to the platoon.

Weiwei unexpectedly felt a little envious at such an inappropriate moment.

Although I am a so-called assistant, only people like Lawrence can give Sherlock some help. He has his own independent thinking ability, thinking level, and unique knowledge category... From this point of view, no matter who is specialized in any field, he can help Sherlock. She can help Sherlock, except for Sherlock who taught her, but she doesn't have any characteristics of her own.

If this is still the case, then she can only leave.

"Vicky, do you have any ideas?"

Sherlock's vicky can always pull Weiwei out of his thoughts the fastest.

At this moment, Lestrade's gaze was also on Vicky.

"From the perspective of the suitcase, the suitcase itself is quite strong, and there is no strange shape when the body parts are stuffed in," Weiwei sighed, "The perpetrator still stuffed cotton wool, she should be a very careful person." I don’t think there are many clues about the cotton wadding, maybe it’s just an ordinary quilt. It can only be used as a certification after finding the perpetrator, and there may not be many pointers at present.”

"From the fatal injuries you judged, the perpetrator should be about the same height as the deceased, right-handed. She should have great strength. She was unlucky and stabbed the ribs when she committed the crime, but she or he stabbed through violently Killed him with a stab in the ribs."

"From this point of view, the gender seems a bit difficult to determine. After all, both males and females with a height of 1.7 meters are possible. I am currently leaning towards males. After all, I can throw such a large suitcase at the station without being noticed by others. It may be a man. If it is a woman, it should be a relatively strong one, and it is likely that it was dressed as a man and discarded the corpse."

"Also, the broken surveillance video is also suspicious. Is it deliberate or accidental?"

Vivi sighed softly.

"If there is any idea, I think how did the perpetrator come to this subway station with such a suitcase. Taxi? Bus? Walking? But no matter which way is for Scotland Yard, the workload of finding the row is too big. It's too big to tell."

"I hope to find out who the deceased is before judging the victim's relationship."

"Currently, the victim looks like a spoiled young lady. Look at her feet. They are very delicate. They don't look like the type of regular exercise. The muscles are loose and she looks very thin. She is probably a girl who pursues beauty. Others rely on She relies on weight loss for fitness. It looks like she has been dead for more than 48 hours. I think the contents of her stomach can’t be analyzed. Her hands look a little callused. It looks like she often writes in this position and shape. But to be honest, if she dies 48 More than an hour then Scotland Yard should be able to quickly match missing persons."

"Oh, by the way, the head, and the head." The smell of the forensic office is not very pleasant. Although it is not the first time for Weiwei to say more and less, she is a little used to it, but now she has a feeling of suffocation, causing The logical thinking she was proudly taught by Sherlock almost dissipated with the bad smell, "Did the heads be thrown together, or separately, or left somewhere? If you want Throw away the head and this suitcase at the same time, and he or she, if he is very strong, needs a tote bag, or another suitcase that is a little bit smaller."

"Nice job Vicky," Sherlock's voice continued in the next second, "but it didn't help us in any way."

Weiwei turned his head to one side, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Sorry to teach...sorry Sherlock, I don't have many ideas."

"I mean, in a place like this, where everyone is in a hurry, not many people can notice the perpetrator, and even if they do, they may not come out to testify now-and it's been two days ...I mean maybe two days, because the person who picked up the package is an ordinary office worker. If it was the first time he saw him, he wouldn't be tempted. Maybe he got up because of the second time. He thought about taking it away, and then took a sneak peek—he knew that the suitcase was expensive, so he guessed that the contents might be worth a lot—then he was frightened, so he handed over the evidence.”

Her mouth was dry.

"The perpetrator even thought of the cotton wool, I guess there will be no fingerprints on the package..."

"But if the perpetrator wants to move things to the subway station... will there not be fingerprints left on the road?"

Lestrade took out his phone again.

"We found the fingerprints... and the person who picked up this expensive suitcase by the way," Lestrade glanced at the phone, "Now the interrogation is underway, do you need to meet? Oh yes, that fingerprint is It belonged to the person who picked up the luggage, since we ruled out his possibility of committing the crime..."

"Even so, maybe we can dig up some other information."

Sherlock whispered something to Lawrence, the old gentleman nodded, and Sherlock took off his gloves and went out.

"If it's the intern, I'm really worried about handing over the matter to him," Sherlock said to Vivi as he walked out, "Working with Lawrence has always been a pleasure."

"Yes." Weiwei replied quickly, "By the way, the intern you mentioned has turned positive for a few days, and is now preparing to enter the forensic office behind us."

"." Sherlock said in a low voice, then turned his head and showed a false smile to the new forensic doctor, "Intern, I hope you cooperate with Lawrence's work and don't do unnecessary things."

Anderson: ...

However, before he had time to respond, he only saw the backs of the three walking away in a hurry.

Great, another miss.