[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Lestrade went in to communicate with the person who picked up the suitcase, while Vivi and Sherlock stood outside.

Sherlock seemed expressionless.

And Vivi.Looking at Sherlock.

Weiwei is very familiar with Sherlock's expression. He is immersed in thinking now. He has not spoken now, but he may speak out later.

"Vicky, what do you think?"

Through the glass window, he was still staring closely at the person who picked up the suitcase.

"The clothes are very ordinary. Although the upper body is deliberately chosen as a petty bourgeoisie, it is undeniable that the shoes have exposed his taste. When he sat down, the suit pants did not fit well. The socks were a little pilled, so People would not throw such expensive suitcases at the subway station," Vivi subconsciously avoided her usual train of thought, but adopted a more K-method, "He doesn't have the information we want, He wasn't lying, he just saw the same suitcase two days in a row and couldn't resist opening it. He looked terrified."

Sherlock stood in the doorway, watching for a while longer.

"Except for this person you're looking at now, I mean." He quickly followed up with Weiwei's words.

If it was someone else, it might take a while to realize that Sherlock was asking for his opinion on the whole incident, not just this person.

Vivi let out a long breath.

"I have no other opinion. I just want to wait for the results of the medical examiner's office and the results of the identity check."

"If we ignore the results of the medical examination, then we can only rule out more difficult methods, such as looking along the train line to find where the victim's head was thrown. It must be a big project. But to be honest, the London Underground Not having a security check in place was a huge mistake."

"Yeah... security check—security check!"

Sherlock's suppressed voice raised some pitches.

"There are no security checks in the subway, and there are no trains. This is one of the reasons why the gang of criminals are rampant."

He took out his mobile phone and crackled, not knowing what he was pressing.

"Maybe you can tell your brother about it." Wei Wei is rational and calm, "Oh, and that suitcase, is it possible to see..."

"Very new, only used once or twice, the rollers don't look too old, there is almost nothing left on them, maybe the trace inspection department can tell us how long this suitcase has been produced and which batch it is , but there is no guiding significance at the moment, let's go back to the forensic office."

When Sherlock reasoned, his speech speed could almost fly.As soon as Weiwei realized after listening to him finish saying "De De De", a certain person turned around and walked several steps away.

"Psychology, Vicky, aren't you the best at this..."

"I can't judge K," Weiwei's tone became more urgent, "I mean I can't judge anything."

"Yes, there may be some motives for dismembering the body, but it doesn't apply in this case. I mean, the murderer's movements are too clean and reveal too little emotional tendency. It seems that it is really just for the convenience of disposing of the body. chosen this way."

"I still have the original idea, either to see the results of the doctor, or continue to stare at the surveillance," Weiwei noticed her impetuous mood, and suppressed it again, "If, I mean, if the perpetrator wears the head If she is going to throw it away, then she or he will definitely carry a bag that matches this suitcase, a bag that can hold a head."

"Yeah, that's right, but you're thinking too slowly, Vicky!" He suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Weiwei, his voice seemed to be suppressed and roared out, his expression was the kind of fanaticism indulging in some kind of excitement Combined with indifference, he looked at Vivi as if she was worthless.

Weiwei pursed her lips, but didn't answer, and when Sherlock turned around and continued walking, she followed up again.

Yes, too slow.

She knows.

She had thought about the head in the medical examiner's office, but she didn't think of cutting it in. Now she was wondering whether she was really too stupid, or the messy emotions had interfered with her thinking.

Yes, Sherlock was right, these emotions that had nothing to do with the case were really... unnecessary at all.

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While Sherlock was at the medical examiner's office, he received Lestrade's results.

dna test is out.Just in time for the latest missing persons report.

The victim is Tina Lindsay, female, 24 years old, currently living alone in an apartment not far from the subway station, she works in a self-owned company, a white-collar worker, her colleague reported the case - found that she had not seen her for three days went to work.

So, Sherlock, Lawrence, Anderson and Vivi went to the victim's small apartment together.

"Are you looking for Miss Lindsay?" The security guard downstairs was a very enthusiastic young man. "Speaking of which, I haven't seen her for a few days..."

"How many days?" Sherlock suddenly turned around and asked the security guard.

"About a week...because you know..."

"Yeah, I think your uniform doesn't fit that well. Maybe you just came here to play a part-time job. It's hard to earn college tuition for yourself," Sherlock raised his eyebrows as he spoke, and then squinted his eyes to look again. Somehow, "It seems that this security life is not bad, because you can come to the house of a young lady in this apartment building in the middle of the night to have a hair... oh... the smell of this perfume, I guess it is still a bit of a smell." Money man, after all, most of the houses here are single apartments, if you can buy a small house, you should have some money. This is a fat job, isn’t it? So have you hooked up Tina Lindsay?"

The security guard was so startled that he couldn't say a word.

"No, Sherlock, his expression is disgusted, it seems that he is disgusted by Miss Lindsay."

Weiwei was standing beside Sherlock, her tone couldn't express any emotion.

Sherlock had no time to notice Vivi's mood, but Lestrade took a look at Vivi, oh, Anderson also took a look.

Noticing that both of them were looking at her, Weiwei put down his hands that were in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders.

"Very good, Vicky, then we can go up." Sherlock turned his head expressionlessly, "As for you, intern forensic doctor, can I trouble you to find this security guard who didn't abide by professional ethics in the middle of the night to come to monitor the video? "

Anderson was a little annoyed.

It wasn't the first time - Sherlock Holmes had always looked down on him, especially his worth as a forensic doctor.

Seeing that Lestrade didn't say anything to stop him, Anderson couldn't help but held his breath and prepared to leave.

The next second, Sherlock wanted to open his mouth to sarcastically: Look at an angry pufferfish...

"Sherlock, I think there are always other detectives doing work like checking surveillance videos, and Anderson can be regarded as half of my apprentice." Lawrence tugged Anderson's arm, "I think no matter what, he is also a forensic doctor .”

"Okay, listen to you." Sherlock pressed the button of the elevator, and then turned around as he walked in, "Speaking of Vicky, I thought you should do the work of pressing the elevator, after all, you are assistant."

Weiwei rolled her eyes a little in her heart, then stood silently beside the floor button, pressed the delayed door closing button, and waited until everyone came in before pressing the floor: "Yes, my honor."

Sherlock did not have the habit of demonstrating his lockpicking skills in front of a group of policemen, nor did he let his assistants do so.After he had checked that the lock hadn't been cracked violently, he looked at the little detective's clumsy movement of opening the door with that almost irrepressible disgust.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell came out together with the flies.

"Oh*..." Lestrade covered his nose.

Maybe they came to the first scene.

After entering the scene, several people separated.Except that Weiwei is still following Sherlock, handing over the magnifying glass and the handkerchief.

Weiwei was standing in the living room. The living room was not big. There was a coffee table, a TV, and two sofas, one long and one short. There was also a small foldable stool beside it.

"Vicky, don't you want me to ask you before you are willing to express your opinion?"

Sherlock closed the small magnifying glass and handed it to Weiwei.

"You are not a student now."

"The traces of blood are obvious. It seems that the perpetrator didn't clean it up deliberately. Surprisingly, there are almost no footprints. It seems that the perpetrator is very careful." Weiwei didn't answer Sherlock's question directly, but said directly Express my own opinion, after all, there is no need to explain at this time, "Judging from the blood stains, Lindsay was most likely killed lying on the sofa, so the guess about the perpetrator's height is invalidated."

"The deceased was basically killed with one blow on the sofa. You can check the blood flow depth later to judge how long she stayed on the sofa before she was dragged away by the perpetrator. It looks like she was dragged to the kitchen , maybe we can find the murder weapon in the kitchen."

"You're not a forensic doctor, Vicky, you're not good at this at all! Except for this kind of thing that a fool can see with his eyes, can you tell me something new?"

If it wasn't for the fact that Sherlock was at the scene of the crime, obsessed with his puzzle, he would surely be able to shout it now.

Vivi didn't speak.

after awhile.

"vicky?"

He originally reached out to get the cotton swab and evidence bag, but found that Weiwei had already stepped aside.

This is a typical single-living apartment, with a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a small bedroom that should also serve as a study. The living room and dining room are connected together, and it seems to be less than [-] square meters.Being able to live in such a house in this area seems to be in good condition.And although the place is not big, the decoration inside is quite exquisite, and the coffee table seems to be made of good quality wood, and the headlights above the head don't look like the kind of blind buy.

Judging from the dust on the floor, it looks clean, not the kind that doesn't clean up for a week or two.There was another door lock in the bedroom, which was locked, and Weiwei didn't call Lestrade and the others to come over, and opened the door without much effort after pulling out his own black catch.

It seemed that the perpetrator did not enter this room, and the quilt on the bed was a bit messy and had not been folded.

She glanced at the bookshelf next to her.

It's all about mathematics, economics, and management.

She turned on the headlights and stood under the bookshelf to read.

The arrangement of the books looks a bit messy, but in fact they are all arranged block by block and then arranged according to size. It is not that kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but it is still rigorous.Weiwei took a book of microeconomics. The book was full of notes and some calculation drafts. The handwriting was neat, and part of the problem-solving process reached a certain level and was not written down.It can be seen that he is a very serious person.Weiwei flipped through a few more books and found that the basic professional textbooks were full of traces.

The bedroom is too small, there is not a separate bookshelf and a desk, but the desk and the bookshelf are integrated, and there are four layers of books on it.

Weiwei carefully flipped through the things on the desk.

"It appears that the perpetrator was not allowed into the bedroom."

Sherlock's voice suddenly sounded by the door.

Vivi turned her head suddenly, and what she saw was Sherlock's face illuminated by the light like a sculpture.His eyes are always so serious, especially when facing the case.

She may have mistakenly believed that it was him looking at her.