[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

That's what they say. "

Wait a minute what kind of topic this is!This kind of visual sense of arguing and bickering between male and female friends is quite appropriate!

"Mr. Cheryl." Sharon called the other party's name in a straight voice, "I'm not a person who likes to meddle in other people's private affairs. It doesn't matter whether you have a hundred girlfriends or a hundred boyfriends. I have nothing to do. I am not feeling well today, and what I said may violate your bottom line. For this, I apologize in advance. "

The other party quietly listened to her grievances, folded her arms, and blinked with interest.Fragments of sunlight outside the window were thrown in, encircling the man's hair, tempting to death.

After she finished speaking, he said calmly: "I accept your apology. However, I think I have to clarify one point. I have never had intimate contact with a woman. To say that the women around me, at most No more than five. And most of them are elders, and there is one... younger sister."

Who are you lying to!The young man can't speak without conscience!

This kind of dialogue is also tiring.She said something curtly, "Seeyou." and walked out of the hotel.

Lu Qingjia took the little friend George who was rubbing his eyes tired after playing, and poked Sharon's shoulder with great interest (full of gossip): "How is it? What did you talk about?"

"I don't know!" Xue Lun puffed up her face and slipped into the next door.

The sun is breathing on the quiet river, and red and gold are its mood, which is a bit brighter than the colors on the painter's canvas.The birds are already jumping around restlessly in the cage, and there is--noisy human voices.

It was a good night's sleep.Sharon buckled the belt of her overalls, recalling.

"Why is it so lively next door?" She opened the curtains and muttered.Could it be something happened?

"As you wish, this is the scene of the crime."

The deep voice was too nice to hear.Seems like I just heard it yesterday...

Sherrill was wearing a black shirt and slim-fit jeans, and instead of looking weird, she mixed and matched it with a strange casual style. "Why are you here?" she asked calmly.At the same time, silently stuffed the changed underwear behind him into the quilt.

"The scene of the crime."

The man spread his hands, "Miss Brenda Tregennis was found dead in the hotel room. A man was singing and dancing crazily in her room. Little George, the proprietress' youngest son, seemed to be The first person to find out is crying in the living room. Do you want to go and see?"

Sharon: I asked why you are here...

love theory

Little George's crying was intermittent, and the bearded police officer looked a little scary, which made the child's tears flow down.The conversation was in German, and she had to turn to Mrs. Jenny, who was holding her son tightly, with her eyes.

"Wait a minute."

The man behind suddenly reminded in a low voice that Sharon didn't know what he was going to do, but seeing Mrs. Jenny's haggard face, she acquiesced to the suggestion.

From the difficult dialogue between George and the police, coupled with Sherrill's kind translation and explanation, Sharon took a lot of effort to sort out the case. At 02:30 yesterday afternoon, Miss Brenda brought There were two men who looked very similar to her.According to reports, they are Miss Brenda's two brothers: Mr. Owen Tregennis, and Mr. Mortimer Tregennis.

They greeted the landlady, booked another room, and then went upstairs to Miss Brenda's room.After that, it remained very calm. At about ten o'clock in the evening, Mr. Mortimer went downstairs, washed his hands, and walked towards his room.

"They're still playing cards," said Mr. Mortimer to Mrs. Jenny, smiling apologetically. "I hope I won't disturb the passengers who have already rested."

Mrs. Jenny smiled back very politely, and put George, who was rubbing his eyes, to bed.

The tragic discovery came at around six in the morning.That is, two hours ago.George, who was about to go to the bathroom, rubbed his eyes and passed the room where Miss Brenda was, but vaguely heard strange laughter from inside.The child's instinctive curiosity drove him to push open the door. There, he saw the beautiful aunt who was fine yesterday, frozen on the chair, and another uncle, laughing and screaming beside her, crazy .

Both—a dead woman and a maddened man—both had an expression of horror and convulsions on their faces that would have knocked out a grown man, let alone a young child. child.George immediately began to cry loudly in panic, and the crying attracted many tourists.After calling the police, the police rushed over and immediately sealed off the hotel. The kid kept crying and clamoring to go to the next door. He didn’t want to stay in this place with his painful memories, so they had to withdraw the place of inquiry here .

"Then, where is the person who called the police?" Sharon asked solemnly.

"it's me."

This English sentence came from the door.A middle-aged man wearing a red polo shirt and a young policeman walked in. This man with dignified features should be the brother of the deceased, Mr. Mortimer Tregennis.

He wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and said, "I heard that little George's mood is very unstable, so the interrogation has been changed here..."

Those sea-blue eyes turned around and stared at Sharon and Sherrill: "These two are..." "Ah, I, the rent for this house is on my friend's form, they should go out, and , we also met Miss Brenda once." In fact, more than once...

If my cousin committed a nympho, that counts.

When the man heard his sister's name, he showed a sad expression: "Brenda... oh-oh-my poor sister..."

Then there was an ordinary deep kiss, and there was no doubt about it.In addition, Sharon couldn't understand German, so she had to watch everyone's expressions and movements boredly.For example, our informant.

——He really likes to roll his eyes.The girl counted silently, deeply moved.

Also—the bearded police officer seems to know the Tregennis brothers and sisters, and they seem to be very close?

"Go out first." Sherrill had already stood next to her at some point, and couldn't help but grab her arm and walk out.He greeted the young policeman, opened the door, and closed it again.

"You...where are you going?" Xue Lun was still thinking about yesterday's unpleasant topic, her tone was not very good. "Play a detective game with me, Miss Curious."

Sherrill took off his glasses, his light-colored eyes gleamed, his eyes were bent, and he smiled mysteriously.

There are many sweet bickering boys and girls on the street, as well as grandpas and grandmas sitting in wheelchairs chatting with their wives, and potbellied mothers taking pictures of their daughters squatting on the ground eating chocolate rolls and feeding pigeons.

If there hadn't been a murder case, Sharon would have enjoyed all of this leisurely.

"Mr. Mortimer said that he went downstairs at ten o'clock, and he closed the door on purpose when he left, but the shutters were not closed." Sherrill took her for a walk not far from the hotel, and bought Two warm kebabs.

"Uhm... He said he checked the room when he called the police, and the doors and windows were not moved." After taking a bite of the burrito dripping with gravy, Sharon thought about the previous conversation. "Exactly. And he also said that his brother had been looking behind the window, saying that there was a dark shadow... Then, suppose it was really the black shadow that frightened a woman to death and a man crazy."

The man touched his nose: "Hey, if it's a person, the person's appearance can probably be declared and recorded."

After that, the two didn't talk about the case at all.Mainly because Mr. Sherrill has been giving Sharon Cop a big Neolithic thing.Listening to his speech with joy, Xue Lun was too embarrassed to interrupt him, so she had no choice but to go to him.The two sat on a bench, and there were so many white pigeons that there was almost no place to put their feet. The sound of flapping wings, with white feathers crackling and flapping their faces.

...well, not romantic at all--

The last bite of barbecue was swallowed, and the man suddenly pulled out a yellowed note from his pocket as if by magic.Sharon wiped her hands with toilet paper and walked over cautiously.

"Will you marry me?"

Such a sentence suddenly exploded above the top of the head, and something hit the brain with a bang.She raised her eyes anxiously, just as Cheryl happened to turn her head to look at her.

"You...you said..." "'Heiratemich.'"

Cheryl looked at her strangely, "The content on the note—the translation is roughly like this. Don't you understand German?"

What, what, it turned out to be like this.

The girl can't wait to go to the center of the earth immediately.

"You don't want to go somewhere else, do you?" The suppressed laughter made the girl's face redder.Xue Lun was silent for a long time, and finally replied very calmly: "Yeah, I'm still surprised why you suddenly became nasty, sir."

"There are many kinds of numbness - if you say that to someone you like, it can't be called numbness."

The man explained righteously.Pause pause-!Did she hear something ambiguous?For someone you like?

"It seems that sir has a deep understanding." She choked up inexplicably.The complicated emotions in Cheryl's eyes disappeared all of a sudden, replaced by doubts.Obviously, as smart as he is, he can't figure out which of his words hurt the girl's heart.

"...Let's go." He pondered for a long time, but could only hold back this