[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Women are more compassionate than men because they lack the ability to reason.

——Schopenhauer

"The Baker Street murder case will be revealed soon," the group owner kindly put the news on the group announcement in the double-sized live broadcast group of 2000 people, so that people who click on the group will notice it at the first sight , "If you want to come, hurry up. Although the group space will update each live video, but to witness history, oh no, it's better to be there to witness the moment when Sherlock Holmes solves the case."

"Ah!" It was Tuesday, and many working parties wailed in the group, "It's okay to watch the news in the group, but watching the live broadcast will put a knife in the leader's heart, and it will definitely give me little shoes to wear, brothers, you go! Remember to tell me the news!"

"I'm asking for a picture! The text description is so dry!"

"Please tell the follow-up in the group, especially the way Holmes recognized the murderer. He is also a human being. Why can't I see it?"

"Has the murderer been confirmed to be Little Foster?" The person who just poked in and couldn't keep up with the rhythm raised a question. "Although it fits Holmes' guess, I always feel that things are not that simple."

"Little Foster came to the door, and Holmes invited him with a ring," reasoning novelist Yan Li argued, "You didn't see it, if you saw his appearance, you wouldn't doubt Holmes' words."

That's right, the current appearance of Mr. Foster really doesn't fit the image of a gentleman when Mo Xian and the two visited him. His suit is wrinkled, as if he just took it out of a messy closet and put it on before he has time to iron it. Black leather shoes The earth-yellow mud splashed on him did not wipe off at all, it had already solidified on it, his spine seemed to be interrupted, and he was lifeless, while his eyes seemed to be submerged in the sea. After fighting and struggling, he finally gazed at Looking at the shimmering piece of light that fell deeply into the bottom of the sea, the last glimpse before losing life, despair and suffocation.

Although he is a murderer, Yan Li can't help but pity him, but he is also a poor person.

"Please sit down, Mr. Foster." Facing this poor man, Holmes, the victor who picked him out, had neither sympathy nor complacency on his face. He glanced at him, then at Holmes, got up and picked up the teapot and poured three cups of hot tea into the teacups, and handed one cup to Mr. Foster. He held the warm teacup with his trembling hands, and his almost out-of-control emotions finally calmed down. "Mr. Holmes, do you know everything?"

Holmes stretched out his right hand towards Mo Xian, and Mo Xian hurriedly put the engagement ring into his hand. He only stretched out his palms and stretched out to Mr. Foster, like a thunderbolt, and Mr. Foster let out a sad cry. He groaned and leaned back on the chair, covered his face with his hands, and remained silent.The morning sun shone into the living room, turning the whole room golden, and in this golden sunlight, the golden ring on his left hand covering his face was shining brightly.

[It can be confirmed,] The audience in the live broadcast room, which has risen to more than 2, has already focused on the engagement ring, [Sure enough, his engagement ring is exactly the same as the carpenter's. ] [No wonder Sherlock Holmes is suspicious, I would be skeptical too, why would two good couples buy the same ring] [The question is how did Holmes determine that the ring is weird? ] [Inferred from the white mark on the engagement ring on the deceased's hand or the pinch mark on the neck,] Yan Li guessed uncertainly in the live broadcast room, [There was no sunscreen at that time, and the white people did not have sun protection awareness, and the British latitude was high In direct sunlight, it will leave traces if you dry it casually, and don't forget that the ring is in the shape of a snake, and the sunburn should also be in the shape of a snake. Although the graduate student of the history department said that the snake shape is very common, but with Sherlock Holmes' caution, in the hands of Little Foster I also saw a snake-shaped ring...] [I understand, when the broadcaster found the body, the left hand of the deceased was on the side of the body, and no fingers could be seen at all. We don't have all the clues for this piece, so it's no wonder that we couldn't push it out. ][It's as if you can guess it when you see it. ] [I am the face of the front barrage, he doesn't want me anymore. [Baby is bitter]] Waiting for Little Foster to recover, Mo Xian took the time to take a look at the barrage, while Mr. Holmes sank into the easy chair, habitually touching his fingertips together, watching him silently. About 3 minutes later, Mr. Foster put down his hands and raised his head. His eyes were red and tears were shining, as if he had just gone through a mental breakdown. He took a deep breath and completely gave up his dying struggle, "Yes, I am a Sinner, I am born guilty."

[In the Victorian era,] Li Shi, a graduate student in the history department, watched this scene and lost interest in showing off his knowledge. Disgraced the family and broke the law, the most famous example is Wilde, who was sentenced to indecent labor for two years because of his sexuality. The current time of the Lord must be more severe. ] "A year ago, we moved into Baker Street and invited a Mr. carpenter to build furniture for us. He is William." Speaking of this, Mr. Foster's eyes sparkled, as if immersed in happy memories, With a sweet smile, this scene also made the audience in the live broadcast very sad. Thinking of the tragic ending he is about to face, the little happiness at this moment is like a flashback, which makes people unbearable to watch.

[Although I have no feelings for comrades, I also sympathize with him,] The bullet screens are all kinds of sighs, [Poor boy. ] [We were indeed born at a good time. ][well. ]

"William and I are in love, yes, I will not avoid it, I am in love with a man, and the luckiest thing is, he is in love with me at the same time," Mr. Foster's current expression seemed to be softened. The light softened the edges and corners of his face, and it was completely different from when he was with Mrs. Foster, and his last warm memory ended here, the shining eyes dimmed bit by bit, the omnipresent Despair attacked him again, "But I also know that this kind of feeling is not tolerated by the world, and there is even worse, because William often comes to the residence to look for me, and my mother thinks that the person William likes is her, after all , she is indeed more attractive than a stout maid," he said of Miss Phyllis Bronte, without concealing the disgust on his face.

"She found out about us," said Mr. Foster Jr., clenched his hands. "Phyllis Bronte, she is the most vicious and greedy person I have ever met. The meager property we got, she threatened us to let my William, oh, my William, seduce my mother, just because my mother has a slight affection for him, she knows that William and I have no savings, knock No gold coins, but I figured out this way, thinking that when my mother falls in love with William, the inheritance will naturally be given to him instead of the damn charity, so that she who holds us can get all of my mother property."

In the final analysis, it was still for money, "Then why did you want to get engaged to Miss Phyllis?" Mo Xian asked suspiciously.

"It's a hoax," said Mr. Foster Jr. "Miss from a foreign land, if you have a lover you know how it feels, and though William and I were careful, my mother almost found out, Phyllis thought. I need a fiancée as a cover, and if she becomes my fiancée, it will be easier to manipulate us, so we go to the countryside to complete the engagement ceremony, in order not to let my impulse destroy us, in fact, I also hope to be in the countryside Stay for a while."

"But no one would believe that little middle-class Mr. Foster could be in love with a stout maid," said Mr. Holmes, "let alone be engaged, so you have to keep your eyes open, especially from Mrs. Foster, as the last For those who know her son, Mrs. Foster will definitely not believe the lie that you are in love, and you are also the beneficiary of her estate, which will also make her have bad associations."

Little Mr. Foster nodded silently.

"Tell me about the day of the crime," said Mr. Holmes. "You did not prepare the wine."

"It's Phyllis," said Mr. Foster Jr. "She heard that my mother was going to change her will, and she sent me to find out. I was so flustered that I didn't pay any attention to the wine."

Of course they will be flustered, after all, they are not only mother and son, but also rivals in love.

"My mother is very happy to see me. She still wants to cook for herself, but I just want to find out the news and leave as soon as possible." Speaking of what happened that night, Mr. Foster calmed down, as if he was ready to face his punishment , "She invited me to talk in the room because a tenant would come. She drank a lot of wine, and I didn't feel like drinking. She talked a lot. Can you believe it? When she said she wouldn't change her will , I’m actually a little gloating, Phyllis didn’t end up with nothing in the end? But she shouldn’t have said…she shouldn’t have said…” Little Foster covered his face with one hand, tears fell from his eyes , the muscles on his face trembled in pain, as if he couldn't even sit still, he slipped from the seat, knelt down in front of the low table, sobbing hysterically, "William, oh, William."

The audience in the live broadcast room understood in seconds, [Send my lover to my mother's bed with my own hands, I would also want to kill someone if it were me. ][Poor, he has endured too much, this news is like the last straw that broke the camel's back, breaking the string that was breaking in his mind. ] [The murderer is Phyllis. ][Vicious maid, she should be punished! ]

"I already know the rest," Holmes went on, after Mr. Foster had a breakdown. "You returned to the country in a panic, and found the red mark on your hand that was scratched by Mrs. Foster. When you came back to your senses, Tried to lead the suspicion to Phyllis, quarreled with her - I noticed that there were water spots on the carpet in your living room, it should be that the glass was knocked down and I didn't have time to clean it - and scratched the red mark on her hand , I used a sharp knife to deepen the marks, a trick that fooled people's ears and ears, and could only drag Phyllis into my sight. Phyllis got the news of Mrs. Foster's death, and I came to the door with Miss Mo again. I put on black gauze gloves to try to cover it up, little Mr. Foster, if you hadn't glanced at her hand a few times, I probably wouldn't have noticed it."

Amid Mr. Foster's cries, the Baker Street murder case came to an end. Mo Xian watched Detective Gleason, who came to arrest him, put him in handcuffs and put him in the carriage, sighing softly.

"By the way," Holmes finished his tea and poured another cup full. "Did I tell you, Miss Mo?"

"On the day you came, with the help of Mrs. Hudson, I sent a telegram to Hua Guo."

Mo Xian tightened his hand holding the teacup, his back froze.

"This morning," Mr. Holmes stared sharply at Mo Xian's face pretending to be calm, and took out a telegram from under the low table, "I received a reply from China."

[Two words float from the sky, pills. ]