[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Is this a perfect crime?

No, it's not.

It is unlikely that the perpetrator left the crime scene and returned, so the suitcase may have been taken from the small apartment, but why?Why did the victim have a man's expensive suitcase at home?

If it is already there.So.Why are you here?

Did the perpetrator see the box and deliberately dismember the body, or did he know that the box was there and planned it?

If it was brought in later... Is there a possibility?

Weiwei put herself in the position of the perpetrator——I stabbed the woman lying on the sofa to death with a fruit knife. The woman was bleeding. I knew she would die soon, or I already knew she was dead.

what am i thinking...

Why did the perpetrator dismember the body?Wouldn't it be good to just let her die at home?

Weiwei put a question mark here, and then continued to think.

I removed her arms and legs...it took me a little effort to find the joints (why there were no footprints at this step?), blood must have been splattered on my body, and I stuffed her joints and * into the suitcase (carefully No blood on the outside of the suitcase), and put her head in another bag.

My hands must be dirty.So I went and washed my hands (occult blood reaction from the kitchen sink).

In the end, I dragged my suitcase and left with my handbag on my back.

And during this process, even if blood was splashed on my body, it must have been specially treated, maybe it was covered up, and I must look normal and reasonable, only the rollers of the suitcase seemed to be stained a little, and I was at the door again. was cleared.

When Weiwei went to bed at night, she tried to substitute herself as the perpetrator, and the more she thought about it, the more she tossed and turned.

It stands to reason that Yinman and Oster should be interrogated tonight, but unfortunately Oster is away on a business trip, while Inman is traveling, and both of them are not in the local area, and they will not be able to return until tomorrow after receiving the notice.

Oh no, it should be said that it is today, because it is past twelve o'clock.

It is understandable for the perpetrator to separate the head from the body, after all, the suitcase can no longer fit.

But the strangest thing is... why didn't anyone see the perpetrator?

Weiwei also asked Sherlock, but Sherlock moved away.

Other people might have forgotten this, but Weiwei is very familiar with Sherlock—he didn't insist on talking about another topic, but he didn't want to talk about it, or maybe he couldn't talk about it.

Weiwei's memory is not very good, but she still remembers what Sherlock said a lot.

next morning.

Weiwei got up very early that day, and she was already awake when Sherlock opened the door.

The two of them ate a thoughtful quick breakfast in the taxi, and then arrived at the police station.Inman hasn't returned yet, but Auster has already returned.

"You said Tina is dead? My God! I only saw her a few days ago! I can't believe it!" Oster looked only 1.7 meters, and here, to be honest, he wasn't too tall.

"When I called you yesterday, you were surprised once in another woman's bed. Don't ask me why I knew it was another woman's bed. I saw it." Sherlock straightened his windbreaker and sat down. "You Derailed."

His eyes were fixed on Oster.

Mycroft had been telling him to be a little more careful in observing people, not to be so repulsive as a single-minded little fool.

Did Sherlock listen?

Or his original observation was careful enough, because he could gain a lot of information in a short time.It's just that sometimes...he even deliberately makes people uncomfortable.

surprise.

Lestrade gave Sherlock a sideways look and signaled another police officer to leave - when Sherlock and Vivi were crowded in the interrogation room, Vivi would act as a recorder.

The record book is in Weiwei's hands.

"When was the last time you saw the deceased?" Weiwei flicked his pen and asked formulaically.

"...It's been about a week," Oster said, avoiding the three people in front of him. "It should be last Sunday."

It's Saturday now.

There is also the use of a word that expresses uncertainty.

"First of all, what should be? And you didn't contact the deceased? I mean, as her boyfriend." Weiwei thought of the diary. Although she didn't see it, Sherlock mentioned to her that the last two There is no diary for Zhou, and it seems that something happened in the middle.

"Uh, it was last Sunday. Also, I contacted..."

"You didn't, I assume you would know that there is a record in Tina's communication tool, but not your phone." Sherlock looked straight at Oster without blinking.

Vivi looked calm.

Lestrade turned his head a little uncomfortably.

Because the cell phone of the deceased was not found at all.

"Yes, I didn't. We had a fight. You know, there will always be some..." Oster looked sad, "I shouldn't be like this... After I finished the fight with her, I went on a business trip ...you know that sometimes you just can't help yourself..."

The grief was real, but he was hiding something.

"But you cheated willingly," Sherlock said with a blank face, his eyes seemed to have died ten relationships—although he had never had one, "When did she find out? Two weeks ago? Then carefully observe and finally Had a big fight with you last week?"

His mouth was slightly opened, and his brows were raised, but they were quickly restrained.

"What are you talking about? Inspector, may I ask who this is? I didn't see him wearing a penis! You are offending my relationship with her!" Auster looked at Lestrade angrily .

"Shocked, guilty and guilty, your feelings are already written on your face, you don't need to cover up with anger," Weiwei intercepted Lestrade's words, and focused Auster's eyes on himself, "August 21 No, what are you doing from eight to ten in the evening?"

"I'm on a business trip. I'm staying in a hotel alone. I'm on a business trip in the city. You can check the records of the hotel I live in." Oster looked disbelieving, "I still don't understand what you are talking about..."

"Then you don't need to understand," Sherlock said quickly.

There is a distance from London to the city, and it takes about four and a half hours by train. Sherlock took out his mobile phone and quickly checked the train itinerary that night.

If he committed the crime, and if he moved quickly enough, he could still catch the 57:[-] bus, arrive in the city at [-]:[-] in the morning, and then rush to the hotel where he lived.

There are also factors to consider from the hotel to the location of the crime.

Weiwei didn't think much about it.

Her first reaction was, if the quarrel was due to cheating, could the victim open the door for Oster so late, and then lie on the sofa and chat with Oster?

After the inquiry about the alibi was over, Weiwei briefly asked about the victim's relationship. Found that photo.

"Is this suitcase yours?" She pushed the photo over.

"No." He glanced at it, his expression seemed a little puzzled.

Vivi glanced at Sherlock subconsciously, trying to get some information from Sherlock's eyes, but Sherlock didn't respond.

Is this telling the truth or a lie?

After asking, the three left one by one.

"And that girlfriend? That Miss Inman?" Sherlock asked Lestrade as soon as he walked to the door.

"She's traveling outside and hasn't come back yet, but it should be soon," Lestrade explained, and suddenly asked as if thinking of something, "Victoria, have you been learning micro-expressions recently?"

"She's learning but not up to that level, not even half-baked--don't you see, Lestrade, she's just swindling that Mr. Oster, Lestrade, what's going on in your head ? Your brain must be running at a considerable speed, right?" Sherlock replied impatiently.

His emotions don't look so rosy.

Lestrade looked to Vivi for a proof - he always felt that Sherlock would underestimate Victoria's level. In her opinion, Victoria was already extremely good. Most colleagues in Scotland Yard said that although Victoria was a little younger, she was still Women, but they hope to deal with Victoria more than Sherlock-smart and humble, this is more in line with everyone's expectations, isn't it.

Not counting beauty - after all, he knew that his colleague's little detective had some kind of ambiguous intentions.

Weiwei nodded helplessly: "I'm not that good yet, it's really just the beginning, and it's not even half-baked."

"Self-knowledge." Sherlock snorted softly, walking handsomely, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped, "I'm going to the bathroom, what are you doing next?"

Vivi and Lestrade looked confused.

Lestrade was silent for half a second: "Then I'll continue to the interrogation room...Victoria, you..."

"She's going with me." Sherlock interrupted Lestrade, and grabbed Vivi's back collar who was about to leave.

She was wearing a shirt today, with the top button buttoned all the way, and she was almost suffocating when she pulled it like this.

So the two watched Lestrade go back together, and Vivi turned around and frowned at Sherlock: "I assume you are not like a primary school student who needs someone to accompany you to the bathroom?"

Weiwei said that she can also chat with Sherlock, occasionally.

"Do you want to go into the men's room?" He snorted shortly.

"I'm just giving you a test, because of your poor self-esteem, I didn't stand in front of Lestrade," Sherlock raised one corner of his lips perfunctorily, "So what do you see?"

"I didn't see anything, just to satisfy your petty desire to take care of my self-esteem." Weiwei's tone was not good.

Sherlock frowned, and glanced up and down at the person in front of him: "I thought I had already said that you were allowed to go back to Queen Street, and when facing the case, I suggested that you put away all your messy thoughts. .”

"If you're talking about the micro-expressions I'm learning by myself recently, I don't see anything except his surprise when he saw the suitcase. I think there is something suspicious here." Weiwei was silent for half a second, "Let's not think about what you said If you don’t use micro-expressions as the main argument, I would say that there is a problem here.”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow to signal her to continue.

"Two possibilities."

"First, the box belonged to him. He didn't know why he asked him that. He was surprised, but he suspected that it might be related to the case, so he subconsciously lied."

"Secondly, that box is not his. I haven't seen it before. I don't know why I asked, so I'm surprised."

"But if, I mean if, he, used that box to commit crimes, I don't think the look of surprise should exist because that would be what he expected."

After Weiwei finished speaking, she stopped.

"Of course, considering what you said, you can't take this as evidence. I just analyzed it blindly and regarded it as a reserved argument."

"This case gave me a very strange feeling. At first we suspected that it was a murder of passion. One of the reasons was that the method of dismembering the body was too rough, but I think we drew conclusions too quickly. The scene was too clean and there was almost no directional evidence. Because at the scene, whether it was finding Inman or Auster's fingerprints, it was normal. There is also a monitoring that suddenly failed. Simple case."

Weiwei was silent for half a second.

"You say I have a bad attitude, yes. Because it reminds me of something, you know?"

She looked up into Sherlock's eyes.

"Tommy Green's case, at that time, you didn't let me know the follow-up, such as why Tommy Green chose the location of the explosion precisely, and what, as an incompetent student of science, he made a bomb/bomb."