[Comprehensive British and American] Capernaum

The clergyman of the Diocese of Antaxi is Reverend Thomson. He is a serious and serious person. Even after marrying a wife, his life has always revolved around the priesthood.Dressed as new members, Sherlock and Watson attended the weekend evangelistic meeting. After the end, everyone gathered together in a friendly manner. With the letter from Mrs. Laura, they easily gained the trust of the people around them. Tom Pastor Sen also invited the two to a tea party.

The so-called tea party is to prepare some black tea, coffee, small sandwiches and biscuit sweets. The participants are all active people in the parish. They chat about the weather, football games, children's education and various activities in the parish. They even want to hold one next month. Games.

"Did you hear about the girls who died? It was terrible." There were also whispers on this topic.

Sherlock joined the conversation without leaving a trace: "I've heard about it too. It's been published in the newspapers. Seriously, this happens all the time in our parish..."

"Oh, my God, of course not." The kind middle-aged woman covered her mouth and looked frightened. Of course, in the eyes of others, it seemed a bit artificial, but facing the charming smile that the detective could please, she was a little low-key. Live: "Our parish has always been peaceful, and we don't know what's going on this year, God bless you."

She made the sign of the cross across her chest.

Sherlock motioned Watson to look around and ask for information, and then he took a slight step up when there were only the two of them, and stared at the middle-aged lady with his inorganic but extremely beautiful eyes, showing curiosity. , whispered: "Do you know those girls?"

The middle-aged woman who was fascinated by the beauty trick said without hesitation: "Antaxi is a small parish, and the parents of the two children have friendship with everyone, oh, poor Linda, she is about to cry Dead, you don't know, she is usually busy with business trips, she has no chance to accompany little Catherine, she is an amazing child, she has won a boxing championship, but her mother and father are the history teacher at the school, they don't seem to like it very much Little Catherine takes part in this barbaric game."

"Little Catherine and Lily are very lonely children." She sighed, "As for the child in the orphanage, I met her a few times when I was doing charity activities, but I didn't talk to her, poor She's only 12, and God, what kind of demon did this."

"Has anyone guessed anything?" Seeing the blank eyes of the middle-aged woman, Sherlock said softly, "I mean, the people in the diocese should have guessed who it was after such a big incident? I heard that, It was done by an acquaintance, so I am so familiar with the road here."

The middle-aged woman covered her chest, looked around, and then said cautiously: "There is a saying that this matter is related to Henry."

"Henry? Henry Clive?" Sherlock announced the name that he had already known in his heart.

"You also know him, well, Henry is a friend of Thomson's godfather who grew up together, and he is also a native child of this parish. His wife died of illness two years ago, and he is the only one living at home without any children to accompany him. He’s doing fine art photography, so he’s always bringing models back to take pictures.”

The middle-aged woman was silent for a few seconds, and said again: "I shouldn't have said these things... But, someone saw it and said that he once gave Catherine and Lily something to go to his home."

What are you doing at his house?Photograph?Perhaps Henry Clive used this excuse to fool the police and parishioners, but a detective like Sherlock would not believe it.What's more, he had asked someone to hack into the other party's computer long ago, and there were a lot of "good things" in it that could not be seen. The files on his hard drive alone were enough for him to go to jail.

But Sherlock is still not sure whether this incident is related to the murder of the girl.

"What are you talking about?" Thomson popped up suddenly, with a cold expression, obviously hearing the topic just now.The middle-aged woman shrugged helplessly, looked at the pastor's darkened face, and took the sandwich and left resentfully.

Sherlock turned around and met the priest's eyes.

"Welcome to our parish. The residents here are very friendly, but sometimes they guess something unreliable." Pastor Thomson bent his mouth reluctantly, trying to look friendly.

"So, you do know these things." Sherlock was ungrateful.

"What did you say?" The pastor's face turned cold.

Sherlock took a few steps forward, blocked the pastor's path, stared at him sharply, and said straight to the point: "Henry Clive is dangerously harassing underage girls, you know about it, and someone even reported it to you, but You did nothing and let him continue to hurt children in the Diocese of Antahi."

Pastor Thomson seemed to be irritated. His hands twitched a few times, as if controlling himself not to be impulsive. He looked at Sherlock viciously, his chest heaving up and down, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's your first day here, What do you know? Do you sentence an innocent person after hearing some plausible rumors?"

"Go on, Priest." Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "Convince me."

"The reason why I think Henry Clive is innocent is not only because he is my friend from childhood, I know he is not such a person. What's more, he has done a lot for this parish, just say Last year, the painting masters he invited raised millions of pounds for us, which were used to organize diocesan activities and donated to children who suffered in war zones, not to mention that we also have an orphanage and A shelter that distributes food to the homeless."

Yes, Henry brought wealth and fame to the parish, and then what?

Seeming to understand Sherlock's expression, Thomson lowered his voice again, as if he was concerned about the reputation of the person involved, he said softly: "Yes, Catherine came to me. I won't speak ill of anyone, but Catherine, the child , probably because her parents are not always around to support her, since puberty, she has become a little... weird."

Although her family is a devout believer, she always wears avant-garde costumes, such as skulls and so on. Once she was caught by Father Thomson, and she wanted to tattoo a goat's head on her body!For God's sake, it's not that Catherine has become a Satanist, but these deviant children really want to do anything to attract the attention of adults.

"When she came to me, she was at the grave the night before, spraying the nearly 200-year-old tombstone with Mentos and soda! Her mother was not around all the year round, and her father was obsessed with academics and did not support her in playing games. She I don’t have many friends either, so I always make pranks to find my presence.”

Reverend Thomson sighed: "But she went too far that time, to slander an innocent person who has contributed so much to the parish."

"I see, pastor, thank you for your cooperation." Sherlock suddenly interrupted him blankly. Amidst Thomson's puzzled expression, the detective gave him a meaningful look, turned and left without saying anything.

"What do you mean?" Pastor Thomson felt panicked in his heart, but he didn't understand why.

Sherlock turned around, showing a wrinkled smirk, but said with very cold eyes: "Don't you know very well, pastor? Three children died in your parish, and one of them reported Henry C. Leif, if Scotland Yard really finds evidence to arrest Clive, I'd like to know, how will you explain to your own God?"

"By the way, I'm Scotland Yard's crime consultant, well, and probably the best detective in the whole of England."

Reverend Thomson paled suddenly.

After inquiring about gossip and soda water, Watson returned home with his roommates. Along the way, he felt Sherlock's fury all over his body.The doctor was a little puzzled. It wasn't that Holmes wouldn't jump up as if his tail had been stepped on. Anyway, every time Mycroft came, Sherlock acted like a six-year-old boy whose toy was robbed.

But this time it was different. The heavy unhappiness was like... like when Sherlock met Morianti for the first time and heard the other party talk nonsense, saying that ordinary people deserve to die if they live.Oh, he remembered, at that time he was still covered with explosives.

"Are you all right, do you want some milk?" Watson asked softly when he got home.

The detective nodded, and Hua Xianzi stuck a hand out of her pocket, and said, "I want a cup of black tea with milk and three pieces of sugar, thank you."

...so he really became the goddamn butler?Watson tried his best to restrain the urge to roll his eyes, and turned around to make tea for one person and one fairy obediently.

"What Catherine said should be true, that Henry is a scumbag," Ronika said.

Sherlock glanced at her: "I don't know the abilities of flower fairies, including identifying and appreciating scum."

Ronika lowered her eyes. Catherine, a child, is really very similar to her. She also has no relatives to pay attention to, and is extremely inferior and longs for a sense of existence, so she desperately wants to prove her place in the world.Of course, Catherine is a good boy, much better than her, at least not like in his rebellious period, drinking and dancing every day.This girl clearly has a bright future, and can even join the professional boxing team.

But everything was ruined by Henry Clive. She couldn't imagine how frightened and helpless the child felt after being tricked into hurting her by the photographer in the name of a neighbor.But her mother wasn't even in the country, and her father was a damn old stubborn man who would be displeased even when his daughter practiced boxing. What would he do if he found out that his daughter had lost her virginity?

Catherine could have chosen to hide it, but she bravely stood up and fought against the scum.

She sought out the most authoritative and impartial man in her life—the Reverend Thomson—and denounced Henry Clive to him.But what did she get in exchange?It was the pastor's slap in the face, and Clive's accusation that she had no friends, no one to care for and protect her.

In the whole world, she is the only one who suffers alone, until misfortune strikes again, and the murderer chooses her as the prey...

Ronika sighed deeply, even the gardenia petals were no longer fragrant and fresh.

"Aren't you a flower fairy?" Sherlock asked abruptly, almost frightening the little girl into flying.