[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

071.

There were not many people in the church, maybe they went at an unlucky time, but there were no people, the church was empty but still solemn, the stained glass outlined the mysterious stories about the past, the glory of God passed through these stained glass and The humble sinners meet and give them peace of mind.

The priest is an old man with gray hair, wearing round glasses with a sense of age, and a beard. He looks cheerful and smiling like Santa Claus.

"-I said," Jane Ruo lowered her voice and asked Sherlock beside her, "Is it okay for us two non-believers to come to church?"

"I don't know." Sherlock replied without hesitation.He is not interested in such boring questions at all. For him, as long as he enters the church and the real goal has been achieved, there is no need to care about whether he can or can't.Sherlock carefully observed everything in this church, as if he could deduce the details of the life of the deceased from it——

"God is generous." The priest seemed to have heard Jian Ruo's words. He smiled slightly, with a different kind of tolerance and care in his expression, like a statue of God, with a deep compassion, " — he welcomes everyone."

Jian Ruo was a little surprised, she blinked her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed of being caught, but soon seemed to think of something, Jian Ruo involuntarily walked towards the priest.

The priest didn't seem surprised by her behavior: "Hello, Miss Unbelief."

"Hello, Father." Jian Ruo smiled a little, "I want to ask you some questions, is it convenient?"

"Oh—it's not inconvenient." There was a smile on his whole body.

"I want to ask you, do you know Miss Louise Hunter?"

"Ah—" the priest thought for a moment, "the lady in Baker Street? I know her, she is a very devout believer—what's the matter?"

Jane Ruo paused for a while, then replied vaguely: "She...she died." She stared at the priest, "Do you know any special information about her coming in? We are investigating the cause of her death."

The previous sentence is not very easy to say. When you are facing such a white-haired priest with a sincere and concerned face, saying "xx is dead" will only make people feel guilty—anyone One can imagine what kind of demeanor such a sincere old man will show.

Sure enough, the priest widened his eyes, as if in shock: "—how could it be?!" He tried to digest the tragic news brought by a stranger, "she, she——Louis is a very good girl, A devout Christian, she came to London alone..." He was incoherent, his chest heaving, "I'm sorry - but I've known the child for a long time, since she came to Baker Street five years ago - she has never been absent Had a mass—I mean...it was like a nasty joke, what the hell happened—?”

"It was homicide." Jian Ruo pursed her lips, telling her instinctively that the priest might be able to give them some useful news about the shutdown, "Miss Hunter was found dead at home, we suspect it was a vendetta—you know Henry Does Miss Te have any... enemies? Or, has any accident happened to her recently? "

——It is said that many Christians are willing to confide their troubles to the priest. The pious Miss Hunter may have some secrets?

Jane Ruo thought uncertainly.

"She has always been kind to others, treating others more leniently than herself—although there are inevitably some troubles, but those are just ordinary little troubles." The priest fell into deep thought, "No——I can't think of any things or contradictions that are worth dealing with. She died."

Jian Ruo sighed in disappointment.

Sherlock stood not far away and did not try to approach the two of them. He folded his arms and looked uncertain.

"If anything - and I think there's something wrong with Louise - a few months ago she said she was in love, but none of us had ever met her lover - she just told God. "

"My God—" he looked concerned, "we're all worried she's being scammed—you know a soft girl living alone in London is always easy to be fooled by smooth talkers."

Jane made a move.

……

The sun is just right.

"Did you hear that?" Jian Ruo bumped Sherlock with her elbow.The two walked side by side on the noisy main road, occasionally seeing a huge bus passing by unhurriedly, pigeons coming from nowhere, fluttering across the blue sky, and there were just a few backpackers talking and laughing Walking towards them with a smile, Jian Ruo was jerked and missed them.

—she almost fell on top of Sherlock!

Jian Ruo pressed against Sherlock's chest with difficulty, keeping a little distance.

"What did you hear—?" Sherlock's deep and sweet voice came to her ears, accompanied by the vibration of her chest—passed through her arm that was resting there, to the bottom of her heart.

Trembling.

Jane Ruo was a little uncomfortable, she took a step back, looked around hesitantly, but didn't look at Sherlock: "Stop pretending, didn't you hear what the priest said? - You kept staring at that time, I just Don't believe me, didn't you hear—?"

"So—?"

"Don't you think there's something wrong with her love partner? Mysterious—that doesn't appear—" Jian Ruo thought a lot, "Anyway, I think it's very wrong. You saw her phone—what's in it Is it too intimate a text message? A few months ago... raw rice can be cooked."

"Oh—I really didn't expect that." Sherlock intentionally made a slightly surprised expression, "You seem to be very keen on this aspect."

"Women are natural detectives." Jane Ruo smiled, "Especially in terms of emotions - she must be very disturbed by this relationship, but she doesn't understand why she is disturbed, I believe it is because of this that she will not be with her. Anyone who shares her love - that's only normal. And that murderer -" Jian Ruo was silent for a moment, "do you see the blood on the floor - she died with a grievance and tried to crawl out the door, that's why she There are such obvious traces of dragging, what do you think the murderer was doing at that time?"

Jane Ruo shivered, she tightened the scarf around her neck, and looked up at Sherlock: "You guessed it too, right? Sherlock."

"Well, you are always very keen on crime." Sherlock nodded slightly.

"I wish I wasn't so sharp." Jian Ruo twitched the corners of her lips, "—he was right there, watching her crawl forward, doing nothing, waiting for her to die of exhaustion, because he knew that she Couldn't get there at all and would bleed out—she was too weak, and he knew that. Acquaintance commits crimes—that's right."

"It's just your imagination." Sherlock shook his head, with some Sherlock-like dissatisfaction, "Oh, Jane! You are deliberately embellishing the facts with words—Jane, as I said, this will distort the reality —It’s mixed with too much of your personal stuff.”

Jane Ruo shrugged: "Perhaps." She pulled herself together, "In short—we should find this person, there is no text message, then—will there be letters or something?"

The two looked at each other.

Then almost at the next moment - at the same time, they ran wildly.

"Oh! Come on! Jane! I don't want Scotland Yard to preempt—"

"Please have some confidence in Scotland Yard's average IQ—they won't think of it—" Jian Ruo finished the next sentence out of breath, "...but that murderer seems to have a very high IQ!"

——What if he has cleaned up all the letters?

With such pessimistic thoughts, Jian Ruo finally caught up with Sherlock without saying a word.

——Whatever it is, isn't there Sherlock?

……

"No—" Sherlock angrily threw the heavy religious books behind, "Oh, there is no—this is unscientific! There must be something wrong with some subtle link!"

"It's impossible for them to have no communication. If she has an obvious intersection with someone on the surface, she won't keep the secret so well—unless they don't rely on reality, but use other means to make love—Internet? No no no no no—she is reserved, she may not trust a person she met on the Internet—there must be a reason for her willingness to keep it secret.”

Sherlock paced up and down the room anxiously: "OhGOD!!"

Sherlock stopped.The expression on his face returned to the usual inscrutable, at this moment he raised his chin slightly and looked at Jian Ruo: "...What did I just say——GOD! Oh!! God! Yes! God! Oh—— Why didn't I think of it!" He seemed to be going crazy, straightened his suit jacket, shook his head and showed an exaggerated expression, "God God! I can make her willing to keep it secret and tenaciously overcome the female expressive instinct and even intuition The real cause so disturbed that she was able to keep it a secret—religion!"

"God made them meet—God made them love—that was God's guidance, so she believed—" Sherlock looked at the ceiling and let out a soft sigh of relief, his hands tightened at the moment. Holding each other together, they were just about to rub their hands together, "Go and check the worshipers of that church—male, between 35 and 45 years old, widowed." He squinted his eyes, glanced at the shoe cabinet placed in the entrance, "—he's not tall, with a lot of pride, 5.5 feet, no more than 6 feet at most." Sherlock raised his head so that his chin rested on his clasped hands.

"—No." Jian Ruo pursed her lips, "Maybe, we don't have to bother—"

Sherlock looked over in surprise.

"Do you still remember that cross necklace?" Jian Ruo smiled a little dryly, she pointed the phone screen at Sherlock, and motioned him to look——

That is a product information.

That delicate ivory cross necklace has a little mechanism hidden in it.

—It was a picture frame pendant necklace.

She gripped so tightly—

It's because there are photos of the murderer in it——

Presumably——she never thought that the person she loved deeply would want to put her to death one day.

When she was on the verge of death, when she crawled forward in pain, hoping that she could survive, what was she thinking?When she held the cross tightly, did she ever pray, even for a moment, hoping that she could be saved by God——

……

"Putting your hope on God is the most hopeless thing in the world." When the man was handcuffed, he said this coldly.

"Aren't you a Christian?" Lestrade frowned.

"Because I am, I feel stupid - God can't save the one I love, my wife is so godly - so kind even for her! I believe in Christ - she has influenced so many people -" There was a kind of madness in his expression, half crying and half laughing, "But why is she dead when everyone is fine? God shouldn't exist at all—he can't do anything! He can't do anything!"

"But Louise Hunter is innocent!"

"No one in this world is innocent - we are born with original sin! Her existence was originally a mistake! I am not reconciled - why she can live well, but my lover has to die!!" The man blushed in pain Eyes, expression ferocious.

Jian Ruo took a step back, subconsciously.

"He's crazy," she said to Sherlock, with an indescribable air. "He's just being angry."

"Obviously." Sherlock glanced at Jian Ruo, "—he was indeed venting his anger."

"It's meaningless, even if he kills Louise Hunter, there's no way to bring his wife back to life," Jian Ruo murmured, "He's just venting, he wants others to experience his Pain, with no regard for other consequences—”

- The existence of God is meaningless.

Sherlock didn't answer her, he walked towards the murderer frowning.

At the same time, Jian Ruo turned around and walked slowly towards the door——

The sky, which is blocked and divided by buildings, is like a cornflower, blue and clear, so deep that people can't look away.

If the existence of God is meaningless, then why is there a God?

Jian Ruo slightly pulled the corner of her mouth.

The phone in her pocket vibrated with a "hum--" and she took it out, it was a text message.

[Is it convenient to meet? 】——From Achilles.

At some point, a black car stopped outside the door.

Jian Ruo seemed to be bewitched by the devil, she couldn't help herself, and pushed open the door of the room——

go?

- let's go.

—— "Be careful of the people around you."

Is that what the poisonous snake said?