[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Sherlock put down the book and became interested all of a sudden. He stood up excitedly but remained expressionless, but Alice could clearly feel the little excitement in his heart.

"What happened?" Sherlock said calmly.

Lestrade frowned.

"In fact, since the human specimen incident, the police have been investigating some medical scientists and scientists, especially pharmaceutical experts."

"We infer from the profiler that this is a crime with a powerful organization behind it. In recent days, the scope has been narrowed down to a few suspects."

"Isn't the case about to be solved?"

Alice drank all the water in the glass in one breath, and the cold stimulation spread all over her limbs, and she couldn't help but feel much more comfortable in an instant.

"The art of human body specimens is so vividly combined from skin to skeleton, and then to head and art. It is difficult for ordinary passers-by to imagine the beautiful artwork in front of them. The truth behind it is so terrible. In short, it is obviously the skills of professionals."

"The two people we found from some cameras, uh... have nothing to do with this case at all, the model Ben Kress, but he disappeared three years ago and suddenly appeared on the cameras."

"But it is very likely that he is the real culprit. The troublesome thing is that he does not have any science and technology. To create a beautiful work of art requires years of research and experimentation, and injection of special drugs. Obviously, it is absolutely impossible for him to reach this height .There is also a high school French teacher who has a very good reputation among students, and the probability of committing a crime is not high."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock helplessly, picked up the water on the table and drank it, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth with water stains.

"Actually, if possible, we hope you can come to the police station to watch the video." Lestrade paused, and glanced at Alice sitting on the sofa out of the corner of his eye, with unknown meaning.

Sherlock walked past Lestrade and took a tablet from a drawer, which beeped as it opened.

"But I think you may need to stay at home. I will ask my colleague Damon to send you the information." Lestrade said helplessly.

"I think it's getting late, and I should go back."

"Go slowly, don't send it off." Sherlock said without looking back, his fingers tapped on the keyboard nimbly, and web pages popped up on the computer one after another.

Lestrade smiled awkwardly at Alice, glanced at Sherlock, his pupils dilated instantly, and saw Sherlock open a video very helplessly. "Oh, Sherlock, can you hack into the central surveillance system without moving?"

The passers-by in the video, with very normal expressions, walked past places where there are human specimen artworks hidden nearby.

Sherlock keeps fast-forwarding, slow-moving, fast-forwarding...

Lestrade touched his nose in frustration, curled his lips, and bid farewell to Alice with a stiff smile.

"Oh, I see, Lestrade."

Sherlock jumped on the chair excitedly.

"The distribution of their so-called artworks is regular."

Sherlock looked at the computer and said, he turned his head a little excitedly, and saw his sister rolling her eyes at him.

"Sherlock, he left three hours ago. Don't you see it's getting late outside?"

He said to himself: "Oh, the time in London is always fast and slow."

"So what did you find?"

Alice stroked the empty water glass in her hand, and raised her head to look at her translucent light, a flash of spotlight, so fascinating that people really couldn't open their eyes, she said very casually.

In fact, she was not interested in detectives or cases at all.