[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"The bedroom door is locked, I just opened it," Weiwei put down the things in her hand, "Maybe she didn't want visitors to enter her bedroom, or she just wanted to cover up that she was lazy and forgot to fold the quilt."

"But I have a little inspiration," Weiwei's tone paused, "Since she is alone and lives alone, if it is said that the person who was discovered three days after she was murdered is only her colleague, it means that not many people can find her here. What about her? , and will not seriously hide some things, such as diaries and schedule records."

Weiwei used the black clip again to open the small lock hanging on the drawer.

"found it."

She handed the hard brown notebook to Sherlock.

Sherlock's gray eyes seemed to accommodate her, but after only a few seconds, they quickly shifted to the notebook.

Weiwei didn't go over to read it, she was going to wait for him to finish reading it before taking over.

She is keeping her distance.

"After locking the bedroom, I locked the cabinet, which means that someone will still enter her room. Maybe we can test for semen spots." Weiwei leaned against the desk for a while, After saying this, he suddenly reacted and pulled the door of the bedside table.

"I seem to be right, Sherlock."

When Sherlock heard Weiwei calling his name, he responded without raising his head: "So, you found a condom?"

"Yeah." Weiwei held the thing between two fingers, put it in front of his eyes and looked, "I don't know if Sherlock has any research on condoms, I think most men should have research, although I don't know Is there any use in the information...perhaps I should ask Lestrade."

Yes, Sherlock is no ordinary man.

Sherlock stopped flipping through the book suddenly, and he looked at Weiwei with that... quite indescribable eyes.

"So you think Lestrade knows better than I do?"

Weiwei's head may have suddenly... thumped.

She actually blurted out.

"I think at least Lestrade used it."

Sherlock: ...

"Even so, his research may not be deeper than mine. He probably only knows the feeling of use. But I am familiar with different brands and different models and their corresponding... sizes."

"As for whether it's useful...we can judge whether she has a boyfriend...or several."

This topic can't be discussed.

Sherlock didn't take it seriously: "Strange, Vicky? I studied this before you became my student, otherwise this kind of boring research should be entrusted to you."

Vivi: No, I don't want to do it.

"After all, it's just a bunch of boring data comparison work, as well as observing what chemical substances may be left behind. Oh, by the way, I also know which brands are more reliable in quality--but Miss Lindsay has a good vision. This The brand should be considered good, of course, maybe she just chose the expensive one."

"By the way, the person who uses this seems to have pretty good abilities. Anyway, it's not the security guard downstairs, and the size is wrong."

Weiwei: ...what else can I say.

"You look surprised? Put away your stupid expression, Vicky, you should know, maybe you should read my paper," he raised his eyebrows and made a fake encouraging expression, "Okay, Now you may ask Lestrade."

Weiwei put the condom back silently.

Ask Lestrade what?Use experience?

"By the way, Lestrade should not use this number." Just as Sherlock spoke, Lestrade suddenly appeared over there.

"Ask me what? What size?"

Lestrade pushed open the door that had been left ajar when Sherlock entered.

Before Sherlock could speak, Vivi quickly said, "No, it's nothing, I just want to tell you that the door was locked at first, and I found a diary from the locked drawer. "

"Locked? So you..."

"No, it's not Sherlock who opened the lock." Weiwei quickly sold his teammate.

Sherlock taught her to open the lock, so it is equal to the lock that Sherlock opened.

Full marks for logic.Sherlock should be proud of her too.

No... not really.

Sherlock's eyes pierced Weiwei's body like a throwing knife.Feeling guilty, Weiwei immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Well," Sherlock nodded thoughtfully, "well."

Then he stopped giving Weiwei a look.

Lestrade: I seem to feel that this pair of British teachers and students is having an awkward situation?What do I seem to be missing?

"Oh, by the way, I just came here to say that we have contacted the victim's family," Lestrade pulled back his thoughts of not knowing where he was going, "By the way, Sherlock, give me that diary , I'll go find the relevant person."

"You don't need to look too much," Sherlock said after closing the diary and throwing it to Lestrade, in a tone that looked down on Lestrade's motor system and reflex arc, "her boyfriend, Mr. Oster It is enough to have her best friend Miss Inman, at least these two were allowed into Miss Lindsay's house and did not notice any difference after not seeing Lindsay for three days, it is really touching human friendship."

At the beginning, his tone seemed to be getting more and more excited, and then suddenly his tone dropped.

"It's as vulnerable as a teacher-student relationship."

Vivi: ...

Lestrade: ...

Lestrade: So what happened?

Lestrade took a look, and found that the two people in the room obviously didn't want to give him an answer, so he nodded his temper: "well, well, I'll check now."

He walked out with his diary in hand.

This time even Weiwei didn't give him a look.

"So, don't I need to watch it?"

"If you want to see you can go with Lestrade," Sherlock knew that Vivi was looking at him, but he didn't return a look, "I mean..."

Then from the corner of the eye I saw Weiwei turned around and walked out.

"Come back vicky!"

Vivi turned her head obediently again.

"You seem a little emotional." Sherlock said while reaching out and pressing the bed to see if he could find any details.

"illusion."

"lie."

Embarrassed.

Weiwei's heart was originally similar to the mood of the baby who has a little emotion but the baby doesn't say it, but after being disturbed by Sherlock, he has no mood at all.

Sherlock put down what he was doing, and was very close to Weiwei in just two steps.

"You're starting to lie to me...so are you going to tell me now that I've been a goldfish for the whole year? Let me not pay so cheaply...vicky."

His height oppressed her.

Weiwei looks indifferent, looking up at him.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally said it out.

"Yes, I'm a little emotional because I don't want to go."

Sherlock's movement of getting closer stopped, his gray eyes froze in the clear springs in hers.

true.

They were too close at this moment.

And just as soon as she recognized that Weiwei was telling the truth, Sherlock turned around again: "Well, if you are so determined to stay, I reluctantly—I reluctantly allow you to go back to Queen Street occasionally, if you can still be like you Be as good as today, I mean...like today, you know what I mean?"

Weiwei couldn't figure out what she was feeling at the moment.

It's like a strange sense of comfort, and it's also like a disappointment.

She couldn't speak clearly, and she didn't speak.

"Don't be too touched. After all, I'm just a student like you, and I still lack an assistant." He paused, as if remembering something, "I mean, I can't teach you for nothing."

Weiwei thought that she probably understood what Sherlock meant.

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After the on-site survey was over, Sherlock, Lawrence, and Vivi did a scene restoration in the forensic office that night.

"Based on the condition of the rigor, the plaques and the contents of the stomach, we concluded that the victim died three days ago, that is, between eight o'clock and ten o'clock in the evening on August 8," Lawrence stated. An apple was found in her stomach, which may have been her breakfast. It fits what Miss Victoria said may have been a diet to lose weight."

"But the strange thing is that there are peeled apples and a large piece of peel in the garbage basket next to the sofa. Judging from the degree of oxidation and decay of the apples, they should have been peeled around the time of the victim's death."

"So the problem is that there is no fruit knife." Sherlock said quickly, "If it is a fruit knife, it probably matches the wound on the victim's body. The fruit knife that disappeared may have been taken away by the perpetrator, together with the scabbard. Fruit The knife was [-] centimeters long, and judging from the wound, the perpetrator stabbed the victim in half, with a lot of strength."

"It looks like a murder of passion." Weiwei added, "Anyway, the last person who peeled the fruit must be suspected, because I guess it will not be the victim."

"Don't guess." Sherlock interrupted quickly.

Vivi shrugged.

Yes, there are many possibilities. After all, the time is roughly consistent and cannot be said to be precise, which means that there is still a floating range of about two hours.Maybe the victim had chipped it himself and dropped it.

However, it cannot be denied that what Weiwei said is more likely.

"I looked at where the knives were placed in the kitchen. She bought a set. The fruit knife in that set was still in good condition, and there was no occult blood reaction. The kitchen knife had it. The suspect took away the fruit knife that caused the fatal injury, but there was no Take away the kitchen knife used for dismembering the corpse." Weiwei leaned against the lifting table that was usually used to place specimens.

In fact, Sherlock rarely solves cases like this, in the forensic office with the respected old forensic doctor?This is the style of the respected big detective, not Sherlock.

But Sherlock was doing it.

This was the first time in Vivi's memory. Although he and Lawrence would have an equal and good communication, it had never been like this moment.

Many of Sherlock's behaviors are justified, and he will not change suddenly.

so what.Why this time?

"Judging from the blood penetration depth and other conditions, if the perpetrator is really passionate about killing, then he or she must be very decisive." Lawrence raised his eyes, "The coronary arteries of the victim's heart are damaged, and the blood flow is considerable, but the perpetrator Without any hesitation, she dragged her to the kitchen for dismemberment. It seemed that she had just dragged her there, but she found that the kitchen was too small, so she dragged her to the restaurant again, bleeding all over the floor."

"I think there is another problem. Since there are security guards and monitoring, why didn't anyone check whether there is a person carrying such a big suitcase and carrying a handbag on the monitoring?"

"Yeah, it's a question that took so long to ask. It's hard work for you...Because the surveillance is broken, the security guards have changed shifts."

"It sounds like it's been premeditated for a long time...Even if it's not in the elevator? Not at the gate of the community?" Weiwei frowned in disbelief.

"Then you underestimate me, Vicky... If it was as simple as finding the answer from the monitoring, I wouldn't be here."

Moreover, he doubts that this is not a coincidence... There must be something behind it.

Like that guy who hasn't been active for a long time.