[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Whenagoodmanishurt,allwhowouldbecalledgoodmustsufferwithhim.

When a good man is hurt, all good men suffer with him.

The magnificent islands in the middle of the Pacific Ocean are the most suitable holy places to enjoy the sun and sandy beaches. The beautiful coastline and oceanic style spread out in the breeze. A shining pearl in the bay of the Pacific Ocean.

But this is just the scenery in the past, before the discovery of this naked body washed up on the beach with a blurred face.

After reassuring Connie, Gloria asked, "Did you call 911?"

"911——" Connie still breathed a little anxiously, "Yes, I have already called 911, and the police from the nearest place to Lanai Island are on their way."

Crouching over the body, Sherlock, who seems to be forever wearing medical examination gloves, "was murder, the skull was intentionally destroyed and facial reconstruction was difficult."

"Maybe it hit a rock?" Gloria looked at the severely damaged body, guessing other possibilities.

Sherlock denied, "The reef can't cut off her fingerprints, and there is no sand in her mouth and nose, and she will be thrown into the sea after death."

The consulting detective seemed a little excited, "Thank God, there is finally a case."

The onlookers on the beach looked at Gloria strangely, and the blonde girl shrugged, "My boyfriend is really not a pervert, OK? He just has an extraordinary enthusiasm for finding the truth."

At this time, with the sound of sirens, several uniformed policemen rushed down from the car.

"Don't move! FBI! Who told you to touch the corpse without authorization?" The other party's voice sounded very angry.

Mr. Holmes naturally ignored them. "The corpse was not seriously eaten by fish and crabs. Judging from the degree of swelling of her skin, she died in the early hours of last night."

The FBI who was ignored was almost outraged, "Who are you? Leave this corpse?"

Sherlock raised the corpse's right hand. If the removal of fingerprints and the destruction of the face were all for concealing identity, then what was the purpose of the scratches on her palm?

"Leah, magnifying glass."

Gloria took out the black magnifying glass from his trousers pocket and handed it over, and then explained to the FBI as the assistant of British Consulting Detective, "This is Detective Sherlock Holmes, who has become famous for solving strange cases for European royal families in many countries. I miss you I have heard of the Holland-Sumatra Company case and Baron Maupertuiz’s huge plan case, and Mr. Holmes is awarded the GBE Grand Cross by the Queen of England, I think he can help the FBI solve the case as quickly as possible.”

FBI: "..." Sounds like a scammer.

Gloria continued to convince the other party, "This is a murder case. I think you are planning to seek help from Quantico, but Washington and Hawaii are far away. Even if the helicopter does not need to transfer, it will take at least ten hours of flight time. , I think within these ten hours, Mr. Holmes can help you destroy the case, by the way, the BAU team members at Quantico are my close friends, we can ask them for remote assistance."

FBI: "..." Is this blond stunner a negotiator?

Why can't they find a reason to refuse at all?

The wound on the palm of the corpse was turned up by the sea water, which looked horrible and miserable, but according to the depth of the wound, it was not a serious wound before death. Sherlock guessed the black marks from the magnifying glass, "It's tattoo ink, the deceased's hand. Got a tattoo on his palm."

"Wait," Gloria knelt down to observe the corpse. She could not believe it and confirmed again and again that the corpse had been swollen by sea foam, and the original figure could not be seen, but the brown hair and the visible tattoos in front of her made her feel uncomfortable. Concluded, "The palm is a tattoo of thorns, from the top French tattoo artist Philippe Lou, the deceased Lola Bourgevois, a French Parisian, 19 years old, came to Honolulu, Hawaii to participate in the international chemistry competition."

"Leah?" Connie looked at her suspiciously.

Gloria rubbed her forehead, "I had a conversation at the chemistry competition yesterday, and we also received the second prize in the competition together."

"If I remember correctly, before she left, she mentioned that she would take the afternoon plane to leave Hawaii and return to Paris." Sherlock stated calmly, well, for Mr. Holmes, who is good at lip-talking, there are no secrets in this world .

Gloria looked at her cohabitant, "So now we need to know what held her back and prevented Laura from boarding that flight of life."

The FBI officer hesitated, "French Parisian? Are you sure?"

"I'm afraid I have to go back to the police station to compare the DNA to draw a 100% conclusion." Sherlock put the magnifying glass back into the pocket of his trousers, and told Gloria who was only wearing pajamas, "You should change clothes."

FBI: This is at the crime scene, what love is being shown? !

Gloria: It's a Hawaiian beach, and she has more than enough fabric on her body than a bikini.

"Connie, you stay on the island," Gloria said, not wanting to expose Connie to unnecessary troubles. She is a daughter of heaven from a political family, and there is no need to be too involved in the murder case. "Maybe You can make me a coconut milk sauce for lunch, and I think the great Mr. Holmes can catch the bitch before I eat."

So Gloria got into the police car wearing the suspender silk pajamas, and Sherlock hacked into the aviation system with his BlackBerry, "The French team consists of six people, four students and two accompanying professors, yesterday's chemistry competition After the end, Lola Bourgeois was supposed to return to France with Professor Henri Abel for another match in Paris, while the other four stayed in Hawaii for a few days of vacation."

"What caused the two to give up boarding the plane?" Gloria asked.

Sherlock is operating something on the BlackBerry, "According to the airline's records - Lola Bourgeois has a high temperature and the cause cannot be determined, so boarding is prohibited."

"Where's the accompanying professor?"

"He also didn't board the plane." Sherlock put his BlackBerry back into his suit pocket. "His Facebook account updated a landscape photo five minutes ago, and the location is Honolulu."

Gloria blinked her gray-blue eyes, "I think the officers of the FBI would be happy to bring him back to the police station for investigation. By the way, there are four other people."

"And our task now is to find out the reason for her elevated body temperature." Sherlock looked indifferent, the bright sunlight outside the window shone on his curly black hair, and Gloria's heart was beating faster for him.

FBI: "..." Investigating the case is not enough, what love is always showing? !

Honolulu has the most well-equipped police department in the entire Hawaiian Islands, and Sherlock Holmes is the best forensic doctor if he wants to.

To be honest, Gloria wouldn't want to touch a dead body if she could, but Lola was almost her newly explained friend, and she didn't want to see the beautiful French sweetheart die in a foreign country while the damned criminal escaped.

Sherlock held the autopsy results, "She has a large dose of fluphenazine in her system."

"Antipsychotics?" Gloria frowned.

"Chlorpromazine, perphenazine, fluphenazine, and trifluoperazine are not only antipsychotic drugs, they can also increase body temperature in a short period of time." Sherlock called up Laura's information, "She didn't any psychiatric treatment."

Gloria looked at the girl in the morgue who was supposed to have a charming smile, "So someone made her take medicine so that she couldn't board the plane, and then murdered Lola in Hawaii, thousands of kilometers away from Paris."

"One more thing worth noting," Sherlock pointed to some indicators of the autopsy results, "Lola Bourgeois is pregnant for about two months."

Gloria's temples throbbed, "I have always been unafraid to speculate on human nature with the greatest malice, but at this time I only pray that the truth is not as vicious as I thought."

Honolulu Police Department Inquiry Room.

Henry Abel was a very handsome French man, his curly blond hair seemed to be shining in the dim light of the inquiry room, he was handsome, gentleman and personable.

Probably the perfect lover that all girls fantasized about when they were eighteen or nineteen years old.

Sherlock sat across from Henry Abel, the light of the interrogation room cast shadows on his tough face, the contours were perfectly impersonal.

"Mr. Abel, when was the last time you saw Laura Bourgeois?" Sherlock asked.

Abel tilted his head slightly, with tears in his eyes, "At nine o'clock last night, a few of us watched the Polynesian hula dance at Wikiki Beach, and Laura felt a little uncomfortable, so I went back to the hotel to rest early. "

Gloria stared at him, and suddenly smiled, "The rose tattoo on the wrist is very beautiful."

"Are you Laura's new friend?" Abel said calmly, "I saw you hugging and saying goodbye yesterday."

"If there is enough time, we might have a chance to become close friends," Gloria shrugged. "The thorns and roses are the work of tattoo artist Philip Lu, designed for a couple."

Consulting detectives stared at his expression like gamma rays. Abel did not refute. He put his hands on the table and said something that surprised Gloria, "I am the murderer who caused Laura's death."

Gloria: "..."

What routine? !

Today, there is also a consulting detective who does not follow the rules. Sherlock threw a stack of photos in front of Henry Abel, "I think you broke up with Laura Bourgeois last night. After losing love, she lost control of her emotions." The couple tattoo on the palm of the hand is scratched, and based on the direction of the knife wound, it can be inferred that she applied it herself."

Gloria found that Abel was holding the photos out of control, his white and slender fingers exposed with blue veins, and the photos were of Laura's badly damaged body.

Sherlock stared at him, "Lola Bourgeois may lose control of her emotions and find it hard to accept after you proposed to break up, but she did not commit suicide. In the early hours of last night, she was murdered and thrown into the seabed."

Sometimes Gloria really doesn't understand the brain circuit of French men. This handsome professor Abel seems to think that he broke up with Laura and committed suicide in grief, so he comes to plead guilty without any objection.

Sounds like a real love?

Or is this just an affectionate drama he deliberately performed?

The consulting detective never knew what sympathy was. "Bourgewa is two months pregnant. Is that why you broke up?"

"Pregnant?" Henry Abel exclaimed.