"So you believe that the murderer is the husband of the deceased, Mr. Maniel?" Alice frowned her beautiful eyebrows, poking the sofa with her slender fingers.

"Isn't there still an unknown fingerprint?" She turned her head and looked at Sherlock lying lazily on the sofa, his expression was calm, playing with the violin in his hand.Fingers plucked the G string, the sound was thick and lingering.

"Takeaway." He said calmly.

"what?"

"Pizza in the trash can." Sherlock paused, "Most people will keep the trash can dry, because food waste is easy to attract bugs, especially you can notice the room of the dead, except for the struggling and chaotic place at the time of the incident. , the toilet, drawers, and even the sanitary corner are all very clean and not stained, I have a cleanliness."

"Summer is coming soon, and there are a lot of bugs. Many things are easy to attract bugs after leaving them for a long time. The pizza is especially obvious, but the pizza left in the trash can looks very fresh, with no weird smell and no bugs." Mr. Detective said He said a lot of reasoning without changing his expression, then paused, and turned to look at Alice.

"So the takeaway obviously just arrived today, and the deceased was killed shortly after he ran out of the takeaway."

"The delivery guy killed it?" Alice continued poking at the sofa.

"I said it was after the meal." I repeated impatiently, and pulled the E open string in four beats. Its voice was sharp, like a girl's high-decibel scream.

Alice rolled her eyes.

"Although the takeaway boy has already left, maybe he can find some clues?"

"Maybe you should ask Mycroft to take you to check your IQ." Sherlock sat on the sofa, silent for a while, with a blank expression, but it made people feel powerless.

"..." Alice looked at her elder brother who was indifferent, and even despised herself, and felt a little anxious. Is it her fault that he is too smart?

Maybe she needs to hide in a corner and draw circles.

"Are we going out now?" Alice felt a little embarrassed, and she didn't want to admit that she was stupid.Although, she thought that maybe in the heart of the brother in front of her, her IQ might not have passed the passing line.

"Want something to eat?"

Alice opened her eyes wide and looked at Sherlock in disbelief.

"Why are you so surprised?"

"I thought you wouldn't care about eating. Mrs. Hudson said you always forget to eat." Even so, Alice still cleaned up for herself very cooperatively.

As a lady, always pay attention to her appearance, especially now that she is going out.

"Food is just for my body to function properly."

"What about the green peppers?"

Sherlock frowned angrily. "Mrs. Hudson seems to have talked to you a lot."

"It's not as much as you think." Alice said lightly, and she couldn't help but feel secretly refreshed, feeling that she had finally made a comeback. God knows seeing her brother deflated, it was so refreshing, just like a child in the scorching desert. The spring water is cool to the heart.It seems a bit exaggerated to say this, but Alice really felt that this description couldn't be more vivid.

"Mycroft always doesn't eat on time, either."

Sherlock frowned.

"What to eat? Steak, pasta, Indian food is also good."

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