[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

Josie followed Sherlock to the backstage of the stage. Because the murder was discovered, the performance of the play was suspended. All the cast members and theater staff were detained by the Scotland Yard police in the auditorium to take notes. Josie stood By the railing of the elevator in the backstage, quietly watching the people in the auditorium below, after about 10 minutes, Sherlock, who was looking at the knots and the transcript, came to her side.

"Who are the murderers?"

Josie looked sideways at Sherlock, and couldn't help laughing, "I thought you'd prefer to solve the case by yourself."

"I'm already broken," Sherlock turned to face Josie, the backstage elevator was dimly lit, and he could only see half of Josie's face illuminated by the lights on the stage in front, "but I want to hear your Let me tell you who, among the gang below, will be taken away by the people of Scotland Yard tonight."

"I have no opinion, I only know hard facts."

"An opinion without evidence is not a solid fact."

Josie looked at Sherlock's eyes and turned to the auditorium below, "The first man on the left in the first row with Lei Peng glasses is the ex-boyfriend of the deceased. He stabbed him first in the abdomen, ah, by the way In one sentence, the reason they broke up was that the deceased killed their child behind his back."

"Ah, it turned out that he was the one who made the first cut. I thought he was the sixth one. The same dominant hand and similar strength but different types of knives." Sherlock looked in the direction Josie pointed.

"Second knife, the fifth woman with a mobile phone on the left side of the fourth row, a friend of the deceased, has a financial dispute; the third man on the right side of the second row is the third knife, the deceased's current boyfriend; the fourth knife is The sixth man from the right in the first row was one of the deceased’s lovers—in this group of people alone, the deceased had five lovers before his death. The boyfriend's suitor, and the deceased have a competitive relationship with the protagonist - this plot is really bloody, she stabbed the fifth knife; the sixth and seventh stabs are the two men on the far left in the fourth row , are the lovers of the deceased; the eighth knife and the ninth knife are respectively the fifth woman from the right in the second row and the second woman from the left in the third row, and there is a conflict with the deceased; the tenth knife is standing in Reis The man with the mustache next to Trade is the person in charge of the theater, and his wife is a rich woman. Unfortunately, the derailment was caught by the deceased; knife No. 11 is the man who sat alone at the end, this knife is fatal Yes, he believed that the deceased had something to do with his father’s death. He held a grudge and had been waiting for an opportunity to attack the deceased. No. 12 knife is the woman standing on the right with a water glass. She is the cheating target of the director of the theater; The last knife." Josie stretched out her finger and pointed to the man standing at the side of the auditorium with his head bowed. "The man wearing work gloves is also the lover of the deceased. He also hanged the deceased for the last knife." .”

Sherlock looked back at the auditorium. He looked at Josie in front of him, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "You are amazing, Josie."

"It's not as good as you," Josie pointed to the audience below with her eyes, "I've helped you sort out the order, why don't you go down and announce the truth with your reasoning and evidence?"

"It's also not explained clearly that they are so united in killing together, hanging the dead body in a utility room that only the staff can enter instead of hiding it, they don't want to hide the fact of killing at all, they are showing other people what they are works, this person is someone from the theater..." Sherlock mused, "Who is it?"

"I gave you a hint, Sherlock."

Josie's sky blue eyes were blurred in the dim light, she looked at Sherlock in front of her, who recalled all the words Josie had said, and then ran down the elevator excitedly.

"Stop wasting your time taking these useless notes, Lestrade," Sherlock interrupted Lestrade, who was taking notes for a cleaning woman, "move your little rusty head, She's not one of the murderers."

Sherlock's words made Lestrade's eyes light up, "Do you know who the murderer is?"

Standing on the stage, Sherlock nodded, his gray-blue eyes without any emotion scanned the people below the stage, and then opened his mouth to explain his reasoning one by one. Josie stood on the dark elevator behind the stage , looking at Sherlock below, the lights on the stage shone on him, adding a touch of drama to the picture, Sherlock's deep and pleasant voice sounded in the theater, and everyone listened quietly while holding their breath. At that time, Sherlock seemed to be an untouchable existence, and Josie, who was standing in the dark, could only watch him like this.

"...As for the motive for the murder, you probably have to ask the director of the play." Following Sherlock's words, everyone looked at the director standing by the auditorium.

According to Josie, the deceased's fifth lover was Jason Horace, the director of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" that was supposed to be staged today.

"It's all his fault! If he hadn't insisted on choosing that bitch to play Hermia, what happened today would not have happened!" The woman who stabbed the deceased eighth times stood up and cried hysterically.

The reason for this brutal group murder was just because of such a simple trigger, which angered all the people around the deceased who had a relationship with her. The interests of the thirteen people were intertwined, and they were finally carried out collectively. This was a retaliatory homicide.

The other people who were named by Sherlock and participated in the murder also stood up one after another, and the audience was in chaos for a while. Lestrade quickly directed the Scotland Yard police to subdue the thirteen people.

"Go and search their personal belongings, maybe you can find the murder weapon, Lestrade." After Sherlock finished speaking to Lestrade, he turned and looked up at the elevator in the dark, on which stood Joe who was watching everything silently. Qian, "Come down, Josie, go back."

Josie slowly turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone when she heard the words, and walked down the elevator in the dimly lit stairs. The people who were chaotic had been calmed down by the Scotland Yard police, and the thirteen suspects had been taken away. Although the follow-up work is still going on, people sitting in the auditorium can already get up and walk around.

An actress in costume walked towards Sherlock on the stage. She had a beautiful face and a good figure that couldn't be concealed by the costume. She had been sitting on the stage when Sherlock was reasoning on the stage just now. Listen quietly.

Love at first sight is an absurd and beautiful thing, full of yearning romance and cringing uncertainty, but Elsa thinks this absurd and beautiful thing happened today—or just now. In her body, she has never seen a more attractive man than this man with a nice voice and a smart head on the stage. She is not a reserved woman. She is confident and generous when she meets someone she likes. Express yourself.

"Hello," Elsa stood in front of Sherlock, her greeting successfully made Sherlock's eyes turn to her, and she showed a smile that she thought was beautiful enough, "I'm Elsa Loris , the actress in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" today, are you also a policeman? Why don't you wear a police uniform?"

Sherlock frowned at the woman who suddenly approached him. He is not a man who is ungentlemanly towards women, but the woman named Elsa in front of him was so close that he could clearly see Smelling the perfume on the other party made him feel uncomfortable, Sherlock took a step back calmly, "I'm not a policeman, and Lestrade didn't wear a police uniform, not all policemen Police uniforms are required."

"Then who are you? Tell me, who are you?" Elsa moved forward slightly, and she only felt that the gray-blue eyes of the man in front of her seemed to have a mysterious attraction, attracting her to He approached, God knows how long it has been since she met a man who satisfied her so much, at this time Elsa just wanted to win him down, it would be best if she could get a date right away, and then have a cup of coffee and watch a movie together, and then Then the two naturally do things that couples would do.

"Sherlock Holmes, consult the detective." Sherlock replied, and then took a small step back silently.

But Elsa was in the mood, and didn't care about Sherlock's veiled rejection, "Then can I ask you to be mine..."

"No, I'm not a private detective." Sherlock refused directly before the other party finished speaking.

"Oh," Elsa, who was rejected, restrained her excitement, "Sorry, I don't quite understand the difference between consulting detectives and private detectives."

"The police will consult me ​​on cases that cannot be solved by the police. Even if it is a client's case, I only take on mysterious cases that others cannot solve. Infidelity, divorce, and commercial espionage do not belong to my scope."

"What if I just want to ask you out?"

Elsa got closer, took out a ballpoint pen from her pocket, and tried to hold Sherlock's hand, but she didn't expect Sherlock to hide it. She was stunned and looked up at Sherlock, "I think Write my phone number on your hand."

"unnecessary."

"Are you rejecting me?" Elsa was not reconciled. She asked a passing policeman to borrow a piece of note paper, wrote her phone number on it, and stuffed it into the chest pocket of Sherlock's suit jacket, "Keep it , call me, otherwise I can only ask the inspector named Lestrade for your number, a qualified gentleman should not let a lady take the initiative."

When Josie got down to the stage, she saw a woman she didn't know sticking to Sherlock's body, with her right hand still touching Sherlock's chest. Her footsteps paused, and then she continued to walk towards them with a blank expression. Go, Sherlock strode away from Elsa when he caught a glimpse of Josie approaching from the corner of his eye.

"If you have any plans for the future, I won't bother you and go back first." Josie stopped beside Sherlock and said, her tone was unbelievably calm, but only she knew that the scene just now made her feel uncomfortable. There are many fires.

"No, the case is closed, and the next job is for Lestrade and the people of Scotland Yard."

Elsa looked suspiciously at Josie who suddenly appeared, and then understood instantly after seeing the interaction between the two in front of her. She looked at Josie and greeted with a smile: "Hello, I'm Elsa Loris... ..."

"I'm not interested in who you are. If you have something to do with my friend Sherlock, please go ahead. I'll leave first." Josie said and walked away.

Sherlock followed behind her, "I said I have nothing else to do, I'll go back with you, Josie."

"up to you."

"Wait." Elsa grabbed Sherlock's arm quickly, and then let go before the latter could speak, "Remember to call me, Sherlock!"

Sherlock ignored the shouting behind him, but quickly followed Josie.

"You don't have any work tonight, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Sherlock recalled Josie's schedule for the whole day today, but couldn't remember what urgent and special things Josie had tonight.

Josie took out the car keys from her handbag and opened the driver's door, "I don't have a job, and I don't have any urgent matters, but I want to go home early tonight, take a shower and go to sleep. I'm not like you who asked someone out."

"It's you who invited me to watch "A Midsummer Night's Dream" tonight." Sherlock opened the door of the passenger seat and sat in.

"I'm really sorry I wasted your precious time." Josie buckled up her seat belt, she just couldn't control her emotions, the fear of being wronged after being threatened by Annabelle tonight and seeing Sherlock move with other women The jealousy after the ambiguity made her a little unscrupulous.

Sherlock looked at Josie who was driving beside her. The latter was expressionless and stared straight at the road ahead, but his tone was full of gunpowder, "Is it because of what happened to Sarah just now?"

"..." Josie was stunned and didn't know what to say. Sherlock's words made her a little dumbfounded. The bad mood before was extinguished at once. She didn't speak until the car stopped at the red light, " Sherlock, her name is Elsa."

"Ah, it doesn't matter."

"Pfft!" Josie couldn't hold back her laughter, her hand holding the steering wheel shook a little, just as she was about to say something joking, Sherlock, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stretched out his hand to hold Josie With the hand on the steering wheel, the warm touch came from the palm that was a circle larger than her hand, and Josie was a little lost in thought.

"Don't laugh, hold on to the steering wheel, the road you are driving is in the center of London."

The author has something to say: The small theater——

Josie: I'm a very skilled female driver.

Sherlock: Really?

Josie: Yes, you can hold a speed of [-] hours in central London, don't worry.

Allen: Get your hands off my daughter! ! ! ! !