[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Like all good things, the witghour muste to an end. True natures are revealed, Tricksturnintotreats.

There are no absolutes, good times come and go, humanity shines through, pranks become rewards, taking off the veil is as much fun as putting on the mask.All things return to the way they were, they pretend for too long and soon forget their plain selves.

Standing in front of the velvet sofa, Sherlock glanced sharply at the opposite wall, his posture was withdrawn and handsome, "—it's that painting."

It was a portrait completed on linen, and the protagonist was Vlad Tepes, the most brutal ruler in the European Middle Ages. In the portrait, he was sideways, with a strange and evil appearance.

Vlad served as the third governor of Wallachia during the Ottoman Empire's first conquest of the Balkans, and was famous for his execution of enemies by being staked to death.

He used extremely cruel punishments during his reign, and thus became the prototype of the vampire Count Dracula.He is obsessed with all kinds of torture, and tortures people to the extreme, even including disembowelling, piercing stakes from the mouth or buttocks, etc.

The tyrant tortured thousands and staked everyone, women and children, in the city of Amras, home to nearly 2 people.

And William Fred hung the portrait of the brutal ruler Vlad on the wall for him to look up at all times.

Lestrade paused for a moment, and hurried forward to take off the oil painting from the wall, but he couldn't hide his disappointment when he opened the frame, "Sherlock, the address book is not here."

Anderson gloated, "The paranoia in Freak Gold's brain is really getting worse, and there are still missing pages of mystery. Why don't you guess that this unlucky guy is the double body of Jack the Ripper."

"Anderson," Sherlock didn't have much expression on his face, but he was inexplicably panicked, "I'm running out of time today, if you let me waste a second of my time on you again, some of you and Officer Donovan Private photos will be sent to your wife's mailbox."

Anderson looked a little unbelievable, and he retorted with difficulty, "What private photos? You're slandering me!"

"How's the bathroom at the Euston Square Hotel?" He lingered for a second on the small scratch on the forensic doctor's finger. "It seems that you broke a coffee cup in the hotel at noon."

Anderson's medical examiner finally died down.

Sherlock took the oil painting indifferently, his pale and slender fingers seemed to be touching something on the linen, "After William Fred killed Elizabeth Turner, he drove a wooden nail into her heart."

"Is he part of the vampire-obsessed culture?" Inspector Lestrade asked.

The man in this portrait is the legendary Count Dracula.

Sherlock's fingers felt a slight unevenness that was almost negligible at the heart of the portrait, "Gloria, little dagger."

After he habitually opened his mouth, he remembered that his little girlfriend was lying on the hospital bed of King's College Hospital, and Inspector Lestrade was looking at Sherlock with a bit of embarrassment—so hard that he had to put his hand in Consulting detectives pulling tools out of their trouser pockets?

Fortunately, before he could try, Sherlock had taken care of it himself, holding the small ancient silver dagger in his beautiful pale fingers, and cutting off a piece of the portrait's linen.

Lestrade finally saw clearly under the light, a folded beige paper could be vaguely seen between the thick vegetable oil blend paint and the linen canvas.

"You've found it!" exclaimed the Inspector of Scotland Yard.

Sherlock's eyes were calm, and he separated the ink from the paper. Over the past 20 years, the paper of the address book has become fragile and yellowed, as if it would break if touched lightly.

Maybe William Fred was too confident that the perfect crime 20 years ago would not be discovered, or he didn't care whether he was arrested or brought to justice. This important criminal evidence was always placed in the most prominent position in his home, but unfortunately no one knew what was hidden in it What kind of devil act.

Inspector Lestrade, while Sherlock was solving the unsolved case 20 years ago, was even more excited that the murder of William Fred had another direction of investigation, perhaps Elizabeth Turner's relatives and friends got the answer. Did he know the truth and retaliate against him?

"Give me the image of the phone booth captured by the surveillance camera." The detective asked.

The police officer of Scotland Yard hurriedly handed over the notebook, Sherlock clicked on the video, and the image of the brown-haired man flashed past. He was wearing a dark blue suit that was not very formal, and looked about the same age as William Fred .

Sherlock frowned, and pulled out the information about this person from the trash can in the second bedroom on the third floor of his huge memory palace.

"Taylor Daynes, one of Elizabeth Turner's suitors whom Scotland Yard named as one of the missing page suspects 20 years ago, seems to have delayed the crime until now 20 years later .”

Lestrade immediately ordered his subordinates to find out where Taylor Daines was, and the Scotland Yard policeman who had just handed Sherlock the computer was startled: God!How on earth did he know the identity of the other party at a glance? !

"Ding--"

Mr. Holmes took out his BlackBerry from his trousers pocket. It was a text message from an MI[-] agent.

——"Hello, dear, Mr. Xiao Fu, our leader's youngest brother, Miss Rockefeller has left King's College Hospital and is leading us to a charity dinner at the Golden Hall of the Ritz Hotel in London. PS. Rockefeller Mademoiselle let me inform - she will return to Baker Street to spend the evening with you after the banquet. - From MI[-] agent Alan Barber who likes part-time Baker Street waiter."

Sherlock quickly operated on the BlackBerry keyboard—

"Bring her back to Baker Street at once, SH."

He threw the phone in the air, twirled it around and caught it again. Looking at the slow-moving Scotland Yard police officers, he really shouldn't have the slightest expectation of this goldfish pond.

Sherlock operated the BlackBerry, hacked into Taylor Daines' account system, and located his location. The small red cursor on the map of London was quickly detailed until it was accurate to the community house number - 73 Marylebone Road.

The house number of William Fred's apartment is 74 Marylebone Road.

The consulting detective raised one side of the curtain, and the villa not far away was not lit at all, and it was unreasonably dim.

Sherlock's extraordinary eyesight clearly saw the telescope on the balcony on the second floor and the blurry figure behind it.

"Dynes is at that villa." After speaking, Sherlock turned up his coat collar, and walked out of the living room before Scotland Yard could react.

Lestrade froze for a moment, thinking about the still busy Scotland Yard technicians, completely unclear how Sherlock could locate Taylor Daines so quickly.

But now is not the time to think. For a righteous detective, the most important thing is always to catch criminals.

It should be said that today's criminal suspect seems to be very kind. He had no intention of escaping or attacking the Scotland Yard agents. He even opened the door of the villa in advance to welcome the police officers to enter and take him back to Scotland Yard.

"...I learned the identity of the murderer of Elizabeth four days ago. You don't know how much I hate him, not only because he brutally killed the girl I liked, but he even killed me for 20 years. suspected of Elizabeth's murder, while William Fred was famous and wealthy, and flourished in high society."

In the interrogation room, Taylor Daines confessed quickly, and Inspector Lestrade asked, "Why did you brutally murder him when you could have reported it to Scotland Yard?"

"I'm suffering from lymphoma, in the middle and late stage," Daines's gray eyes were full of joy, "I have nothing to hide now, not to mention that I can bring a lot of income to my family."

Sherlock's deep and cold green eyes swept over him, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "It's that criminal organization behind the scenes again?"

He clearly remembered "that gentleman" in the mouth of Ivan Heyman, who was suffering from ALS.

There was awe and reverence in Daines' eyes, "That great gentleman was not only willing to cooperate with me in punishing William Fred, but even rewarded me with a large sum of money for my bravery."

"Oh? It seems that you are in that criminal organization and have discussed this murder plan for a long time." Sherlock leaned on the cold chair of Scotland Yard and asked casually.

"Discussion?" Daines had some doubts in his eyes, "No, of course it's up to that gentleman to decide the method."

Sherlock stared coldly.

Today's case is just a farce by the consulting criminal who puts Tyler Daines on stage for them to force Gloria back into her painful past and emotional instability, and those sleazy villains will take advantage of it Seek opportunities to strike again.

—Where is Gloria now? !

Sherlock stood up suddenly, and when he left the interrogation table with his long legs, Daines suddenly said, "Mr. Holmes, although I don't know why you came to arrest me, thank you for telling the truth about Elizabeth's murder a few days ago. .”

Inspector Lestrade paused, "Sherlock?"

"The large sum of money that the consulting criminal gave you includes framing me?" Sherlock's eyes were stern and pressing.

"No, no, what does this have to do with that gentleman?" Taylor Daines looked calmly, without any acting elements, "And it was indeed you who found me four days ago and told the truth, how can this be called a framed accusation .”

Daines frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand Sherlock Holmes' inconsistent behavior. "Four days ago, you invited me to meet at Canary Wharf. I think the surveillance cameras in the cafe can prove it."

At the same time, the immature Scotland Yard police officer rushed in with a computer, and the video was playing on the screen.

In this video email sent to Scotland Yard's e-mail by an unknown person, the tall detective in a black trench coat sat expressionlessly in the cafe, while Taylor Daines opposite him was pale and excited.

Sherlock looked out through the mirror in the interrogation room, as if he could see the Scotland Yard stupid goldfish on the other side of the special mirror, eager to catch him.

The all-powerful Sherlock Holmes is not sure whether Gloria is still safe at this moment. The other party's cumbersome layout, the girl is put in the hospital alone, and he is framed and grounded in Scotland Yard. In order to seek an opportunity, she hurt Gloria who was alone again.

Inspector Lestrade didn't know how to react for a while, Sherlock stared at him sharply, "Listen, Lestrade, and those idiots outside the interrogation room, I have hundreds of ways to prove my innocence, But before that, I must leave Scotland Yard and go to the Ritz to rescue Leah."

At this time, in the gorgeous corridor next to the golden lobby of the Ritz Hotel, Gloria was wearing a Valentino red polar dress without any extra accessories, her aggressive beauty was full of distracted temptation.

"Babygirl, you are so beautiful that you just want to dream about it."

The blond man hugged the girl from behind, with a cold gun pressed against her waist.

Never ui mate the power of guilt, it pels people to some pretty remarkable places.

Never underestimate the power of evil and how it can drive people into unexpected places.