[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

023.

Why would a person commit suicide according to a pattern of behavior different from his own?

Coincidence?

...if not?

"...I really didn't expect it." Some overweight women said intermittently while wiping away their tears, "...Taylor is... a very good person, we all like him very much—"

"PASS." Sherlock leaned back and closed his eyes irritably, "Useless information."

Jian Ruo pushed the tumbler on the desk with her fingers - it was tilted, and then stood up unsteadily.

"Jane!" Sherlock turned to look at her, "Can't you be quiet?!"

Jane Ruo: "...Huh?" She looked around in a daze, and Officer Lestrade sat not far away, and cast a sympathetic look at her, she sat up a little strangely, "I didn't speak."

"Your movements," Sherlock said coldly, "are too noisy."

Jian Ruo glanced at the fist-sized tumbler, and then at her own hand: "..."

She was a little unhappy, but due to a certain restraint, she didn't want to show her depression, so she replied lukewarmly: "Then you can do it yourself, I won't bother you." The tumbler walked towards Lestrade not far away: "——Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Of course not." He looked a little flattered, "I'm just a little surprised..." He moved the water glass beside the seat to signal Jane to sit down, "I thought you would accompany Sherlock?"

"...Who stipulated it?" Jian Ruo replied casually, subconsciously looking at Sherlock.

He sat there alone, bowed, the door was opened, a beam of light shone on his slightly lonely body like this, elongated his shadow, and left quietly in the next second, leaving only him, nothing Any emotions that were revealed were just clasped hands, resting on the chin, and looking ahead indifferently.He didn't seem to notice Jian Ruo's gaze, his face was covered with an indescribable hardness.

Jian Ruo felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

A chubby man wrapped in a camel-colored windbreaker walked in tremblingly and sat in front of Sherlock. He moved a bit, glanced at the man in front of him quickly, and leaned forward.

"Who is that?" She raised her head slightly to look at Lestrade and asked.

"Tom White." Lestrade looked at the list in his hand and frowned, "—the neighbor of the deceased, he was at his home on the day of the incident."

—so he might have some clues.

Jian Ruo clasped her ten fingers together and looked over thoughtfully.

That Tom shrank his overweight body timidly, stuffed the whole person into the chair, lowered his head, and answered Sherlock's question in a low voice.

It was a little far away, and Jian Ruo could only hear vague voices.

He doesn't look good.

This is really a bit inhumane, and it looks a little mean - oh, he smiled, this smile is not friendly, he must be despising the person on the opposite side as a "goldfish", Jane Ruo changed her posture and continued to stare at that Sherlock next to him didn't notice the strange sight of Lestrade next to him.

Sherlock seemed to have noticed the overly persistent gaze here, and suddenly glanced over here, saw that it was Jian Ruo, his expression moved, and finally turned his head awkwardly to avoid Jian Ruo's subconscious smile, and grabbed the table The cup in the right corner took a sip of water.

Jian Ruo withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and snapped her fingers, just in time to miss Sherlock's "inadvertently" glance over again.

Sherlock frowned in displeasure.

Lestrade sitting aside: ... what did I see?

Jane Ruo didn't care at all, she was thinking about the problem, about this case——

It seems to involve something deeper, such as... Why did Scotland Yard arrive at the scene and find Sherlock after receiving an anonymous report?

— One more question, Scotland Yard received an anonymous report...

That's right, why did the anonymous report get Scotland Yard's attention——Jane Ruo subconsciously raised her head and asked Lestrade: "Officer Lestrade, why did you go directly to the scene when you received an anonymous call? Are you How can we verify that this report is true or false?"

Lestrade froze for a moment: "Why, didn't Sherlock tell you?" He noticed that Jane Ruo's expression was wrong, and added a little awkwardly, "I thought you were his assistant, so he should tell you this information?"

assistant?

It's okay if Lestrade doesn't say it, but she feels a little depressed when she talks about Jian Ruo.

She's the kind of person who is very serious, in a sense, willing to take responsibility—and thus find her purpose.But obviously, Sherlock doesn't really need an assistant.

Although she accepted the job because the salary could reduce the burden, she also imagined that she could help Sherlock work and help him bring justice—to solve these crimes, which is a great thing, because of the original owner’s own experience , making Jian Ruo seem to have a feeling that she can't wait to help others to redeem her sins, so becoming Sherlock's assistant is also a good thing for herself.

But all of this is her imagination, Sherlock is alone, most of the time she can neither help him in thinking about problems, and it seems that force is useless.

It was like the words that Sherlock guided her in the morning, as if she was not an assistant, but a student, a student who needed his guidance and constant help.She was like a toddler in front of Sherlock, which made her feel genuinely frustrated and uncomfortable.

——Sherlock hired her, and it was Sherlock who suffered a lot.

She is useless.

Jane Ruo felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't want to let others know about her emotions: "Maybe Sherlock has forgotten... what kind of information is it?"

"The anonymous report is..." He pointed to the top, "the high-level people."

Anonymous reporting does not mean that there is no identity, but that the identity cannot be revealed - otherwise Scotland Yard will naturally investigate this clue, but now, it's not that they don't want to investigate, but they can't investigate at all.

"Why would an ordinary London citizen be reported by a high-level person?" Jian Ruo found it inconceivable, "Don't the British high-level people have anything else to do?" She read the biography about Taylor Ada very seriously Information - In order to be a good assistant to Sherlock, she needs to know a lot of things that Sherlock can see at a glance in advance.

But Taylor in the information is really a very ordinary London citizen, with a good salary enough to live on, not married, and the future is not bright but there is the possibility of promotion and salary increase, just such an ordinary A lot of people are caught, why are they noticed by the upper echelons?

"—We don't know either." Lestrade scratched his hair in distress, "The gentleman who reported the case didn't want to reveal his identity, and he also said that he was too busy to accept the investigation."

"If that's the case—" Jian Ruo felt even more unbelievable, "Why did he report the crime? Isn't it better to leave it alone?"

Lestrade groaned, with an unusual headache: "Don't ask me, if I knew, would I still need Sherlock's help?"

——…When did Lestrade and Sherlock call each other names?

Jane Ruo paused.

In the palm of her hand stood the tumbler, which was painted with bright oil paint.She tightened her grip.

Something is wrong, there must be some information that has been missed—she lowered her eyes, and quietly began to think quickly.If it is said that Scotland Yard received an "anonymous call" from its superiors and made a special trip to check the scene where there was no change at that time, then why did Sherlock happen to appear at the scene before the incident, and was arrested before Scotland Yard? ?

This is not Sherlock's style... Doesn't he always scour the newspapers for interesting cases and only check them after the fact?

He is not a student of death, he will die wherever he goes - if Sherlock goes somewhere, it must be because he has received news of an unsolved case.

Who told him there was a case there?

Who made him rush over almost immediately without any defense?

...British top brass.

The corner of her mouth trembled.

— Mycroft Holmes.

But why?Giving Sherlock a day trip to Scotland Yard just to give Sherlock a longer memory?Mycroft is not such a boring person.

And if this was the case, Sherlock would not have come out so easily and obtained the authority to assist in handling the case.

This is incredible.

who is it?

Who will be the murderer?This Tyler Ada...is he really just a normal guy?Jian Ruo's eyes were gloomy, and she only felt that one piece after another of haze was covering her heart, like clouds of doubts that she could not solve.

At this moment, she seemed to be in a deep vortex, and Jane knew clearly that this had nothing to do with her, Taylor Ada's death, or something else - everyone will die, it's just a matter of time, Didn't she think so before?

——It’s all right, anyway, she is the only one left in the end, but this feeling is too inexplicable, like a raging flood, unceremoniously, dragging her into a kind of unreasonable anxiety .

It seems that she has seen her own future from the countless doubts about Taylor Ada's case-chaotic, a mess.

Sherlock over there has stood up.

He walked towards Jian Ruo, with the corner of the woolen coat turned up slightly, in such a dark room, his face seemed to be shining.

As long as it's Sherlock.

No matter what kind of puzzle it is, as long as it's Sherlock—

"We should go, Jane." He stood in front of her with a cold expression.

——He can solve them all.

"That would be wonderful," she heard her own voice answer.

......

For London, Jane is a stranger.

She once imagined that here, for her, London is a special geographical coordinate, because here is the famous Greenwich Observatory - this is the starting point of the world's calculation of time and geographic longitude, which is why London is the reason for 0 time zone.

Every time London is mentioned, Jian Ruo can't help but recall the fear of being dominated by time zone and latitude and longitude conversion in her third year of high school.

She once thought that the Greenwich Observatory should be a well-known landmark in London, but in fact, more people know nothing about Greenwich 【Manual Goodbye】

In the eyes of more people, London is an international city with aristocratic atmosphere and modernization—it seems to be born with a halo. God not only gave it the wealth brought by the industrial revolution, but also used time to smear it. The afterglow of the empire on which the sun never sets, those magnificent buildings with different styles that have gone through centuries, stand silently in this city that combines the past and the present.

There are thousands of cities in the world, but London has only one, which cannot be replicated.

At the moment she is in the middle of this unique city, dazzled.

Sherlock was walking in front of her, and she followed behind in a hurry, wanting to see the scenery of London, but in order not to lose Sherlock, she regretfully chose to give up.

"Where are we going?" She finally grabbed Sherlock's clothes tightly with one hand, her expression slightly tired, "I'm so tired, Sherlock."

Sherlock glanced at her, a little disgusted, but still slowed down: "You lack exercise, Jane."

Jian Ruo smiled: "Oh."

She was full of smiles, and her eyes were filled with broken light, as if she didn't care much about Sherlock's words.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, he pursed his lips, slowed down a bit, and said casually: "When you sat beside Lestrade, it seems that you already have some understanding of this case. .”

"Yeah." She brushed her shoulder-length hair back, "but I can't see through the layers of camouflage—I mean, I still don't know why... I guess the reason you went to that apartment is because Because of Mycroft?"

Sherlock was noncommittal: "Go on."

"If someone from the government reported the case, then this high-level person who pays attention to the death of an ordinary person must have a certain understanding of this bizarre 'suicide case', but he refuses to show up..." Jian Ruo was not sure and looked at Xia Locke, as if hoping to get approval from his eyes, but obviously, Sherlock's emotions are well managed - she can't see anything.

"Maybe he has some kind of connection with the murderer?" Jane Ruo boldly guessed, "Macrof must also know something about it. Otherwise, you wouldn't appear there——Who is this Taylor Ada? He is not an ordinary people?"

She glanced at Sherlock cautiously and probingly.

"Congratulations, Jane." Sherlock lowered his head to meet her gaze.

Jane Ruo was a little surprised—could it——

"—You just left me for a moment, and you have infected Lestrade's stupidity." After Sherlock finished speaking, he turned his head and stopped looking at Jane Ruo, "I don't know if I should feel sorry for Lestrade. The contagiousness is still the variability of your excessive IQ."

"..." Jian Ruo's surprise froze on her face.

...Your uncle, Sherlock! ! ! ! !

She gritted her teeth: "...Dear Sherlock, maybe you would be willing to explain to me, your lovely roommate, where my reasoning went wrong?"

"Reasoning?" Sherlock sneered. "You're just imagining—reasonable imagination."

"Perhaps, but——different routes lead to the same goal. As long as the result is correct, what does the difference between methods and approaches matter?" Jane answered him softly.

"..." Sherlock looked a little surprised, he glanced at Jian Ruo lightly, "Oh, maybe——then how did you come to the conclusion that Taylor Ada is not an ordinary person?"

"Isn't this simple? If he was an ordinary person, why would McCoff and the unknown high-level pay so much attention to him? They even reported the crime not long after it happened? If the reporter has a certain connection with the murderer, then It can only prove this point - after all, the murderer will not kill a stranger, right?"

Sherlock looked at Jian Ruo meaningfully: "...It's a wonderful reasoning. If you were the detective of Scotland Yard, there would definitely be more unjust, false and wrong cases. I am amazed by your imagination—why do you get involved with high-level officials? A person who has a relationship must not be an ordinary person? A classic logical fallacy."

Jian Ruo wiped her face expressionlessly.

"If you had just listened to Tom White's narration, you wouldn't feel that way at all." Sherlock said blankly, "Taylor Ida is an ordinary person, there is no doubt about it." He twitched the corner of his mouth, as if Silently laughed at Jian Ruo who happened to leave and missed the most important part.

"Why? What did Tom Ada say?" Jane Ruo was very surprised. She could guess that Tom White had clues from Sherlock's seriousness just now, but——she didn't know how Tom proved that Taylor was an ordinary person Yes, God knows Sherlock and that cowardly fat man only talked for less than 5 minutes!

"He doesn't need to say anything." Sherlock paused. "He has everything to prove my judgment. The style of tie, shirt, and his clothes in the fashion of the last century, if you notice-a A gay who doesn't communicate with people very often, he moves flexibly, and when he heard the name of 'Taylor Ada', he showed a kind of extraordinary grief, and there was a small gap left on the balcony of the crime scene—— A timid voyeur, he knew Taylor Ada like the back of his hand, and could even describe in detail the clothes and movements Taylor wore on the day of the crime."

Jane Ruo looked at Sherlock without blinking, Sherlock in front of her eyes looked so charming - or simply radiant.

His charm lies in the earnest and confident expression mixed with fanaticism after falling into reasoning, which makes people feel that what he said is the truth - can't help but revolve around him.

It's really bad.

Jian Ruo thought with some headaches - if this continues, maybe she will really become Sherlock's fan...

Sherlock paused, a little dissatisfied with Jane Ruo's distraction, and continued: "They have never met—but he is willing to come to Scotland Yard for Taylor—he is extremely good at hiding himself, all Put it all together - a stalker, obviously."

Jian Ruo nodded, and then was taken aback: "Ah." She subconsciously cried out, looking at Sherlock tentatively, "A stalker should know the victim very well, but...he doesn't seem to respond to you. Any information about 'Taylor Ada' being abnormal? But, how can you be sure that this conclusion is not interfered with by his own personal feelings?"

"Think, Jane." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Think with your head—if there was anything unusual about Taylor Ida, would Tom not care? Even if he wanted to beautify what he was tracking. The subject-will only exaggerate this unusualness instead of concealing it."

"But if Taylor is an ordinary person, then why—" Jian Ruo's voice stopped abruptly, and she suddenly stopped silently, that simple answer that revealed a terrifying color had already appeared in her heart .

In a sense, that answer was not unfamiliar to Jian Ruo.

"—This is just the murderer's first killing experiment. He randomly chose an ordinary person, just like a scientist randomly grabbing a not special mouse out of a cage."

—He thought he could handle everything.

……

Jane is walking along the Thames River in London alone.

When Sherlock was about to go to the field to collect evidence with her, he suddenly received a text message. It seemed that something he ordered had arrived—so the two of them simply canceled the original plan. Jane planned to visit London for a while, and then Go home on your own.

She looked for a guide, but found that the sights were not very concentrated due to the headache. Due to time constraints, she planned to walk along the Thames River to see the famous Tower of London. If time was enough, she would go to appreciate the baroque romance of St. Paul's Cathedral solemn.

The number of tourists in mid-October has gradually decreased, but as an international metropolis, London is destined to face those tourists who come here regardless of the season.

——However, Jian Ruo obviously didn't expect that by such a coincidence, she would meet Dr. Letterman and dear Gillian again.

Letterman was obviously very bored, he idly slumped his shoulders, put his hands in his pockets, observed the tourists around, and listened to every intentional or unintentional word they said.

Jillian is like an ordinary tourist—she was admiring the beautiful scenery of the Thames while taking pictures with her camera, did she make some meaningless exclamations?

The wind by the river gradually blew up, puffing up the veil around her neck, making a rattling sound, she squinted her eyes and pushed her hair aside, just in time to meet Jian Ruo's gaze.

She was very surprised, but also very happy raised her hand.

Jane smiled at her and walked over in Professor Letterman's sight.

"I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence!" Gillian put down the camera, looking very surprised, "Jane, are you coming to London for sightseeing too? Alone?" Leave a lasting impression.

"Yeah." Jane Ruo's expression was calm, "Today I was going to handle the case, but Sherlock has something to do—"

"To be honest." Letterman muttered - although the voice was very low, but the ears of the two people present were very sensitive, Gillian glared at him.

...so this is an occupational disease?Jian Ruo thought embarrassingly.

"Your friend is very good," Gillian boasted, "—you can see from last night..."

"Yes, not only powerful, but also lacks the emotions that normal people should have, and has an extremely strong desire to show off," Letterman said while nodding to himself, "—a common problem of geniuses." He curled his lips, revealing A somewhat contemptuous expression.

"Carl!" Gillian was a little dissatisfied, "You should put away your prejudice against genius."

Letterman pulled out a smirk: "...This is not prejudice, this is the truth. You can observe my micro-expression, I am not lying."

"Come on, you can be said to be an expert in lying-and I'm not as good at observing various facial twitches as you are, thank you." Gillian smiled, and then hugged Jian Ruo's arm, "We two ladies It's time to go around London, dear scientist, and continue your research, goodbye!"

Jian Ruo couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Honey, are you laughing at me?" Gillian looked at Jane seriously.

"Of course not, I just think..." Jian Ruo paused, "The way you get along is very interesting."

"...Let's not talk about this." Gillian looked a little frustrated. "Why don't you talk about what happened yesterday? Do you have any idea about that case?"

"Of course." Jane nodded, she hesitated for a moment, but soon felt that it would be okay to tell Gillian, "Sherlock and I both believe that a homicide was faked as a suicide case - we suspect that the murderer used hypnosis to kill the deceased .”

"..." Gillian looked very surprised. She seemed to have thought of something, and frowned inexplicably.

"What's wrong? Gillian?" Jian Ruo tilted her head to look at her.

"...No, it's nothing." She shook her head, "...it's nothing."

......

Office building.

A secluded meeting room.

"click"

Sherlock sat on the sofa with an inscrutable expression, clasped his hands, crossed his legs, and quietly stared at Mycroft who pushed the door in.

When he closed the door, he lightly tapped the brass doorknob with his finger, with his usual diplomatic smile.

"Dear Xiali, I never thought that there would be such a day that you and I gathered in this office building belonging to the British government. It's a surprising coincidence, isn't it?" He gracefully put the umbrella in his hand aside and sat down Opposite Sherlock.

"Of course you wouldn't think of it." Sherlock didn't look very happy. "You don't even want to leave your umbrella in your own place-are you so insecure?"

"Sometimes you have to admit—" He looked admiringly at the black umbrella in his hand, it was there, and he could reach it at any time, "Sometimes we need a little... dramatic. The black umbrella is a good choice .”

"—if it doesn't have bulletproof and shooting functions." Sherlock added coldly.

Mycroft smiled. "I assume we can change the subject?"

"Maybe you'd like to change the subject to your stupid boss?" Sherlock, already impatient with the lengthy start, cut straight to the point.

Mycroft was noncommittal about the modifiers he used. He lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers casually. These hands were clean and powerful. Although they were slightly pale, they were able to control most things in this world—even power "Don't be so Say... Xiali, he is a very kind goldfish."

Sherlock moved the corners of his mouth in disdain: "Really? Because he paved the way for your ambition to manipulate Britain?——You always treat people who give you trust like this?"

"You are always too mean." Mycroft's expression was slightly restrained, "Why don't you talk about your Chinese roommate? Oh, she must be 'working' for you with all her heart recently? How skillful are you at displacing her? Clumsy, but she didn't even notice—"

Mycroft still had a faint smile on his face, but the "chanting" exaggeration in his eyes was so false: "—hormone! It can always blind people's eyes, and trust is the evil result of it. Look, Xia Locke, you and me, there is no difference between us."

"..." Sherlock's face was impenetrably calm, only the muscles in his arms were tense, which seemed to indicate something.

Mycroft, who accepted it as soon as he saw it, withdrew his long gaze: "...my boss is the best person, there is no doubt about it, Sherlock. He sat in his current position by virtue of luck, and the most commendable thing is that he is exceptionally Self-knowledge - I need your help, Sherlock - it's simple, if Taylor Ada killed himself, he killed himself."

"I can't do this." Sherlock looked cold, "I'm not your servant." He stood up and took off his woolen coat.

Mycroft was indifferent to his series of actions, he still sat in his seat, the smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged: "Does she know that you have searched her bedroom? Xiali."

Sherlock paused.

"A naive girl, she thought that a lock could prevent everything. But she didn't know that for Holmes, maybe a paperclip was all she needed..." Mycroft leaned back, half of his body was shrouded in the shadows, People can't see it clearly. "What a lovely girl - she allows you to unreasonably interpret her past, but she must not know that you are so paranoid that you don't let go of a clue?"

"...Is this a threat?"

"You know, I never threaten others." Mycroft clasped his hands on his knees, his eyes were cold.His fingers tapped lightly on his knee quietly, as if implying something.

"That's wonderful. Congratulations, Mycroft." Sherlock smiled for the first time ever, "—you can rot with your broken teeth—"

"—Negotiations failed."

……

"So that's why we have to get up early in the morning and run long distances?" Jian Ruo looked devastated, she strode forward hoping to keep up with Sherlock's pace - but obviously she failed, she panted While grabbing the corner of Sherlock's clothes: "—Please!"

"There must be some secret." Sherlock said blankly, "I'm sure of that."

"Of course there is! Just by the cold-blooded murderer who treats people as experimental products - you can see that there are a lot of secrets hidden in it!" Jian Ruo felt dizzy - what happened so that Sherlock didn't know what to do today? Woke her up with saw-like music when it was bright, and dragged her out to investigate the case? ? ? ?

He obviously wouldn't do such excessive things before! ! ! !Give her back that lazy and foolish Sherlock QAQ

Although she was very reluctant in her heart, Jane always had an unparalleled patience when dealing with Sherlock—maybe it was because he was the person she had been in contact with the longest in this world?

In this completely strange world, time is the most reliable, let people off guard, and even make people feel dependent——

She complained, but in the end she followed Sherlock into the taxi.

……

Yorkshire.

Sherlock shook his woolen coat, motioning for Jane to follow.His eyes showed a transparent texture under the sun, without any extra emotions, precise and rational, which made the gray color reveal a different kind of simplicity.

Such Sherlock is very attractive.

Needless to say.

——Before Jian Ruo was signaled by him to turn into a private house.

"Are you crazy??!" Jian Ruo widened her eyes in disbelief, subconsciously lowered her voice, "This is against the law."

"So what?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looking a little impatient, "—we'd better hurry up before the master comes back."

...Jane Ruo is really stuck on a tiger.She didn't want to go in with Sherlock, if she was caught, she would add another touch of black to her unglamorous resume as an ordinary foreign student—but she couldn't stay here, the wait would always be long, especially this A kind of anxious waiting, if the master came back, how would she remind Sherlock? ?

She looked at Sherlock who was throwing her this difficult problem, her teeth itch with hatred, and she really wanted to say "I don't care about you, I'll go back first", but thinking about the salary she held that eased her living difficulties, Think about the leisurely life that I haven't put much effort into, and then think about Sherlock who has a lower EQ than the day before yesterday and got into trouble...

"...[I also believed in your evil.]" Jian Ruo gritted her teeth and muttered, and turned inside without much effort.

"Too slow." Sherlock immediately walked forward without looking back.

"Keep your voice down." If Jane was guilty of being a thief, she wished she could cover the mouth of Sherlock Holmes, who is not pretentious, who is so fresh and moving as a thief, who has no self-knowledge, and made him move a little bit more quietly.

Sherlock gave her a disdainful look: "If you use your brain, you will see that this house is just one of private properties. The owner is busy with work and is not at home now."

Jane·Trying to think about someone·Still despised·IQ exhausted·Blind·If you want to say goodbye to someone happily.

What's wrong with the master not at home! !What if there is surveillance? ? ! !What if there is a babysitter? ? ? ! ! !What if the neighbor next door came out to see it! ! ! !

Still not allowed to worry about it?

With a "hum", she straightened her waist, which had been bent since turning in, and deliberately walked in front of Sherlock, leaving him with a handsome back of the head.

Sherlock said blankly, "You're going the wrong way, Jane. We don't go by the front door—if you remember what we're here for."

Jane Ruo: "..."

Of course she remembered that they were here to handle the case, although she couldn't understand why the case came to Yorkshire now.

Sherlock seemed to see her question, but he didn't say anything, he just took Jian Ruo and climbed to the balcony along the water pipe - successfully entered a private bedroom.

Very beautiful bedroom - the person living here must be a lovely girl, look at the full rose color - Jane Ruo was choked by the smell of roses, and sneezed, attracting the detectors on the side to observe Sherlock, who was around, glanced back at her.

She covered her mouth by herself.

—Isn’t there nobody?Why can't you sneeze? ?

She rubbed her nose, feeling that this room is really boring - God bless, if the murderer is a little angel with a girlish heart living in the world of roses - it would be too scary, right? ?

Sherlock quickly ended this meaningless observation, and the two walked out of the room one after the other—the decoration style in front of them was obviously more in line with the aesthetics of normal people, and it was slightly retro but not overly complicated.

It is elegant and elegant, but the owner is obviously a person of great taste. Considering the wealth of Yorkshire, Jian Ruo almost guessed that the owner is an old-fashioned low-key rich man.

——But this seems to deviate from the focus of the two people's investigation, doesn't it?

There was a light layer of dust on the handrail of the stairs, and some of Jian Ruo's fingers were stained, but she was so thoughtful that she didn't notice it at all.

Sherlock had already walked down the corridor and picked up a photo on the cabinet.

It was a family portrait, a man, a woman, and a shy-looking little boy surrounded by them.

shy? ...No, not right.

Sherlock frowned, and wiped off some fine dust on the photo with his fingers wearing black leather gloves - it seems that the owner has often rubbed this photo, and it is obvious that the thickness of the dust on it is different from other places - the dust As if it had just fallen.

Things are getting more interesting.

Sherlock put down the photo, his gaze remained unchanged, and he turned his gaze to Jian Ruo who was still dazed at the stairs: "—Maybe you plan to wait until the dust settles?"

"—Is this house related to the high-level person who reported the crime?" Almost at the same moment, Jian Ruo raised her head and asked Sherlock.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly: "—continue."

What to continue?Reasoning?Jian Ruo felt a little uncomfortable, she withdrew her finger on the armrest awkwardly, and coughed: "After thinking about it, the only clue that has appeared but is not clear now is the high-level person... Okay Well, I'm just guessing."

"I can see it." Sherlock curled his lips, "——British high-level officials can drive McCauf, that is,