[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Alice lay on the big bed, and skillfully took out the phone from her pocket.

"Mycroft, Sherlock put a hand in the refrigerator today!!! You can't imagine how bad my mood was."

— Alice

"You can take his nicotine patches and I'm going to get him to quit smoking."

--MH

"Why do I suddenly feel that you are a little dark-bellied?"

— Alice

"Trust me, honey, what you've seen is just the tip of the iceberg."

——MH

A beeping ringtone of the mobile phone freed Alice from a state called being devastated.

Sherlock got up suddenly, straightened his clothes, put on his brown coat, and looked like he was going out.

"Where are you going?" Alice looked away from the book.

"Work."

"Want to experience the exciting feeling?" Sherlock suddenly turned and said to Alice nestled on the sofa.

Alice paused, immediately understood what he meant, got up and entered the bedroom.

"Give me 10 minutes and let me change my clothes."

To be honest, she didn't want to endure staying in this garbage dump any longer, even for a second.

Sherlock quickly hailed a taxi.

"Maybe we should hire a gig worker?"

Alice fiddled with her mobile phone, looking at the scenery outside the car window from time to time.

What a beautiful city!

"why?"

"Won't that living room be inconvenient?"

Alice frowned and said, "I mean it's kind of messy."

"I remember exactly where I put my stuff."

Believe me, what I want to say is definitely not what you think. Alice hesitated to speak, so she stopped talking and looked out the window wholeheartedly.

Within half an hour they arrived at the crime scene, specifically, it was an indoor homicide.

The downstairs of the building is surrounded by a long environmental protection belt. There are many policemen standing around, and many people are standing outside to watch the excitement. The scene is a bit noisy.

And they directly crossed the green belt.

"You're here." It was Inspector Lestrade who met in the dismemberment case last time, and he nodded towards Alice.

The scene of the crime was at the home of the deceased. The deceased was a plump blonde, a well-known writer who lived in an eight-story building.

A young police officer held the analysis room and handed him the freshly released documents. Lestrade glanced at them and passed them to Sherlock.

"This is already the third case, and the report indicated that they were all sexually assaulted." Lestrade continued after a pause, "ketamine was detected in the humidifier, and the deceased died from being hit by a heavy object. .”

"Who found it?" Sherlock said, looking at the document in his hand.

"The landlord, Maria Dedriet, works at the bakery on ** Street. Got home from the night shift and found it."

"The deceased was shot to death with a camera six hours ago. He was killed in one stroke. Dark dark circles, puffiness, large hickey marks, rich night life. Married, but the relationship is not harmonious."

"Why a camera?"

"See the fragments of the MV lettering next to him? Company L just released it this month." Sherlock squatted beside the dead man, his eyes sharp like an eagle ready to hunt a target at any time.

"There were no cameras found at the scene."

"Then go and find it." Alice said. For some reason, Alice firmly believed in the judgment of the detective. Besides, the detective was her brother, so she should support him.

"Fingerprints at the scene have been detected." Lestrade took a stack of documents from another young man, apparently the young man didn't react, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Four fingerprints in total. One unknown, one belonging to the landlord Maria de Dritret and a photographer named Maffei, and the deceased's husband, Marny."

"The murderer must be Ma Fei." The young man covered his mouth and said.To be honest, she was not used to this kind of bloody scene, his breathing was a little short, and he was holding it tightly, afraid that something unclean might be on it.

Sherlock looked at you as an idiot and I don't want to talk to you, and glanced at the young man with contempt.

"Fourth." Sherlock walked to the window and looked at the vehicles outside. A police car drove in along the road.

"what?"

"The fourth crime." Sherlock said in an affirmative tone.

Lestrade frowned.

Not long after, a middle-aged policeman ran up and said that a murder had occurred in **.

"Now go to the scene? Take my car?"

"No, a small case doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"Sherlock, what do you know?" Alice didn't dare to look at the deceased, her head was broken, and there was blood all over the place. It was obvious that the criminal was still beating her crazily after the deceased died, what a pervert.

"Should all those connected with this case be sent to Baker Street?"

"This is a perverted love killing. These three women were killed by the same method, and each did not know the existence of the other, but they had one thing in common, a nightclub."