Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

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"Why is the murderer not important?" asked the fan following Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock kindly explained: "Oh, because it's clear who the murderer is."

Clara and a group of busy criminal investigators fell silent for an instant. The detective's clear-eyed and clear-eyed eyes must have different meanings.

"Let me think about where to start..." He seemed to enjoy the process of everyone waiting for him to tell the truth, and paused, "I see, let's rewind the time to the second encore and end—"

He paused again, smiled at the stunned crowd, and said flauntingly: "No, let's rewind to the beginning of the second half of the concert."

Cough cough, I am very sorry, Mr. Holmes, to excuse me...

——However, the author believes that it is better to go back to the stormy night 12 years ago and start from that unfinished story.

The cellist—that is, Brian, his childhood was gray, and maybe other colors appeared in his sky, but that was before his mother left home.

His mother was an opera singer and his father was a cellist in the theatre, which made their family very poor.The poor and lowly couples mourned everything, and the relationship between their parents became worse and worse. Later, a rich audience in the opera house fell in love with his mother and took her to various receptions and banquets. His mother refused several times, but went anyway.

Since then, his family's life has gradually improved, but the relationship between the parents has further become rigid, the gray began, the father began to drink alcohol, they quarreled endlessly, and finally the father slapped the mother away.

My mother didn't come home since then, and all I got back was the pound sterling sent by my mother.

They were tortured by their father's alcoholism, and Selway finally got the piano she coveted for a long time, but she didn't smile—or, she hasn't smiled since her mother left.

Seeing that piano, my father drank all night. From then on, he forced them to practice the piano. He was taught by his father himself, and he was often scolded. My sister was not much better.

Later, my sister often ran away with him, and that was the happiest time for him. Although he would be beaten to pieces by his father when he came back, the feeling of running freely was as sweet as honey.

But in an escape, in order to chase them, his father ran down the mountain road and rushed to the road, but he didn't want to hit a car. He had a deep impression of that rainy night, but Selvi should have a deeper impression, because in the end it was her Come forward and take my father to the hospital to solve all these things.

She must have disliked that night, and neither did Brian. After that night, Selvie seemed to be a different person, stricter with him than his father.

He never experienced the feeling of running freely again until "that woman" appeared.

He and his sister's first tour concert is about to start. He is preparing for it and practicing piano in the manor bought by his mother. Suddenly someone knocks on the door. There is strangely no one at home. He just needs to answer the door.

Standing outside the door was a woman with an anxious face.

"Hello, I'm lost," she said, holding a parasol, as polite as an aristocrat in the last century, and the predicament of being lost should not detract from her charm, "Can I borrow your phone, My phone is off."

He was stunned at the time: "Mobile phone?"

"Yes," she waved the small box in her hand, and asked Chi Chi, "Don't you know about mobile phones?"

Brian shook his head.

Some people catch everyone's attention the moment they show up.

Brian thought, if there is a magic mirror in the world, then when asked who is the most beautiful woman in the world, the magic mirror has no choice but to answer her name—Irene Adler.

……

"The second half of the concert begins—" Sherlock walked over and knocked on the piano, "The pianist is a little strange."

Clara thought of the part of the performance where the level of performance fluctuated, and he must have been referring to this part.

"There was a period of slow rhythm and emotion, she would not make such a mistake, then it must be the effect of foreign objects—"

"Wait, why didn't she make such a mistake?" Clara asked, "Mistakes are inevitable."

"Oh, it's inevitable for ordinary people to make mistakes," Sherlock spoke quickly, "but she has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and has a strong desire to control. As soon as she made a mistake while playing, she frowned first, then glared at the cellist. And every time the music is played, the position of the seat and the position of the score will be finely adjusted. Just now I went to their resting place to take a look. All the things of the pianist are arranged according to size and shape, and the lip gloss on the table is arranged according to color Arranged, the whole row is very neat."

"An obsessive-compulsive disorder, how could it be possible to make a mistake in an important concert?" He continued, "Not to mention a little mistake, the part of the performance that made a mistake lasted six seconds." He pointed to Clara , "The layman can hear that something is wrong."

Clara: "..." You know what to do.

The little assistant stopped sobbing and stared blankly at Sherlock: "It's true... Sylvie, she has a very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder and a desire to control."

When the pianist heard this, he frowned very clearly. Even his father turned his head away, obviously harmed by the pianist's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Sherlock continued: "Then where did her sluggishness come from? Why did resting for 10 minutes make her feel even more sluggish?"

Clara murmured in a strange way: "Drug..."

"80.00% possibility." Sherlock glanced at her, Clara's face was unnatural after saying the word, he continued, "But the psychologically strong pianist continued to play, and then came the most exciting return."

The corpse had been put away by the criminal investigators, but he was standing where the corpse was originally hung, his eyes were indifferent, and the scene was inexplicably strange.

"Let's take a look at the second encore scene again." He moved his steps, carefully avoiding the blood on the ground, and walked to the side of the stage. "The encore track is over, and she just walked forward like this. Followed her younger brother into this trap."

Sherlock glanced at him: "And this cellist—"

……

The cellist is very polite to Irene. Ms. Irene is British. According to her, she recently came to Canada for vacation and passed by here on the way, so she decided to come here for fun, but she got separated from her friends while walking. .

Brian kindly invited her to come in for a rest. During the conversation, he found that the other party was a very thoughtful woman with a lot of poetry and books, a wide range of knowledge, and many interesting stories in her mind.

This was quite a temptation for Brian, who was confined at home but yearned for the colorful world outside. During the afternoon of conversation, Brian had introduced Miss Irene as his confidant.

Since then, Miss Irene has often come to visit him, and during Brian's deliberately appointed time, Irene has managed to avoid his sister and father every time.

It was a time when Brian had a very happy time. Irene made his knowledge grow suddenly. The piece he played for Irene was the most lively piece he had practiced in these years.

Selvi and his father also praised him, his songs are full of emotion, which is very different from the rigidity of the past.

Miss Irene found out about his situation through frequent interactions, and she could almost immediately sense the distress in Brian's heart.

"Poor Brian," Erin said regretfully, "it's no wonder you're so curious about my journey, because you can't make a trip yourself."

Brian's eyes dimmed. Miss Irene was always so straightforward, but this time's straightforwardness made him feel particularly embarrassed.

"I... look like a dysfunctional person."

"Of course," Irene's tone was still regretful, "There are many strange things in this world. If you haven't seen even one of them with your own eyes, your life is certainly incomplete."

Brian was a little irritable: "I'm so yearning for the land or sea that trains and ships pass through, but I can't see this world for myself! I just—"

"Too poor," she added for him, "didn't you ask your father?"

"Yes, I asked, of course I asked," he was a little excited, "that's why we have this concert tour!"

"Hmm...very nice trip," she said with a smile, "although in my opinion, it's just another roof to continue playing the music, the sky is not for you."

"Miss Irene . . . please," he said bitterly, "stop talking."

"I've always been like this," Irene stood up, "Brian, I didn't mean to expose your scars, but I was wronged and resented for you!"

The word struck him, and he looked up at Irene.

She looked at the time and said, "I'm very happy to communicate with you. I originally planned to invite you to continue traveling with me, but it seems that I missed it. I will go back to England next week. This is our farewell."

Miss Irene was very sorry: "I hope you can escape this cage as soon as possible."

"Irene——" he paused, took Irene's hand, then let go of it abruptly, and coughed lightly, "Uh, Miss Adler, you...can't you visit me again before you leave?"

He bowed his head sadly: "I hope, at least I can give you a parting gift."

Irene represents freedom, his unfathomable freedom, even once, he wants to prepare well and spend the last afternoon with her.

Irene pondered for a while, Brian looked at her expectantly, until she nodded and agreed with a helpless smile, Brian breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed: "Great!"

"Since you have a gift for me..." Irene smiled mysteriously at him, then leaned into his ear and whispered, "Then I also have a small gift for you, I will bring it next time, I hope you... like it .”

Her voice and breath tickled her ears, but Brian didn't push her away, just watched her turn and walk away with a blushing face.Irene suddenly looked back at him: "Oh, it's not bad to call me Irene, you don't have to be so restrained, dear Brian."

The back of the beautiful woman was imprinted in his mind, and the graceful and graceful posture could fuel his enthusiasm every time. He shouted to the figure of Irene walking away: "It will be the same time in two days!" After a pause, He said again, "Did you hear that, Irene!"

The other party didn't look back, shook the parasol in his hand to signal him, and then hid in the woods again, just like she did every time she came from there.

……

Sherlock walked into the side stage and fiddled for a while. No one could see what he was doing in the dark. After a while, he went in again with the cello lying down next to the cellist. Half a minute later, suddenly A large piece of music flew out from inside, flew straight to the place where the corpse was hung just now, and then fell leisurely.

Another piece of movement failed to fall, and was wrinkled by the entanglement of the strings, hanging on the curtain and hanging down, the height matched the pianist's corpse.

——It is simply a perfect reproduction of killing.

Sherlock kicked out from inside, his finger was scratched, probably because of his actions in the dark, he accidentally got hurt.

For a moment, everyone's eyes silently shifted to the cellist.

He panted nervously, his eyes widened, and he shook his head and waved his hands in panic: "No! It wasn't me...it wasn't me...I didn't kill Sylvie..."

……

Two days later, Erin came as scheduled, and nothing seemed to have changed, but she looked even more beautiful today.

She was wearing a black lace dress, her hair was combed up, her eyes were smiling, but she was breathtaking, and she walked straight towards him. Before Brian handed out the small gift box, she knocked it over to the ground. She was also pressed on the simple sofa in a daze.

She was too close, Brian looked away in a panic, and said as if changing the subject: "Cough, Irene, look at this, uh, the gift I gave you is on the ground."

"But here is my gift for you..." She leaned all over her body, and got closer and closer, her voice was low and sexy, and she held his hand and moved away.

Don't you regret not being free.

Aren't you sad and elusive about freedom?

Freedom is now in your hands.

Come, have a taste... How does it compare with the taste you imagined?

In the sparks in Brian's mind, he heard Irene Adler's nice and seductive voice: "How do you feel now, isn't it... good? Then, why don't you break free from this cage?"

He vaguely replied: "...I, how do I...?"

Erin chuckled and continued to get closer to him.

"Kill her."

The author has something to say:

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!Queen Irene's attack!Total attack!Total attack!

Those of you who guessed Conan, Xiaohei and the strings yesterday stand up for me!I promise not to kill you hahahahahahahaha! ! !

PS: Everyone can continue to guess the murderer [Mysterious Smile.jpg]