[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Such a sentence.Seeing that the girl just lowered her head and ignored her, he was still hesitating whether to be domineering and just grab the girl and leave.

In fact, he just did it, completely without careful thought.

In fact, mainly because he found an interesting person.

A tall and burly man.

"The bearded police officer?"

while the investigation is in progress

The bearded police officer stood alone by the telephone pole with a cigarette in his mouth.Hearing someone, he looked left and right, and after making sure there was no one else, he took down his cigarette and looked squarely at the man and woman in front of him.

"uhm..." The middle-aged man made a movement of racking his brains, "Oooooh! Mr. Cheryl! And..."

"Sharon." The girl added, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"So, is there any progress in the case? Sergeant Sterndale?" Sherrill glanced at the other party, and just after finishing speaking, he pressed his lips tightly.They just kept scanning each other's eyes.The bearded police officer——Mr. Leon Sterndale shrugged his shoulders in great distress, his lips twitched, and his mustache trembled: "Substantial progress...not really. There is only one thing, I think you will very interested."

There was a pause in the middle, not knowing what was brewing.Apparently, he managed to attract enough attraction.

"While George was crying, Ms. Jenny came in a hurry and almost passed out when she rushed into the door. It was like...well, there was something in the air."

"fainted out?"

"Yes."

"What about the rest?"

"Well... I don't know very well. Except Miss Jenny, that Mr. Mortimer. But he doesn't seem to say anything."

After exchanging a few pleasantries and exchanging opinions, they parted ways.Xue Lun followed behind Sherrill, kicking pebbles with her head buried in boredom. Suddenly, a small wind blew just a short distance away. Before she was ready, the guy in front had already run a long way away.

That's in the direction of the hotel.

"Do you want to go to the scene of the crime?" The voice became undulating, and Sharon had to increase the volume.The other party didn't even bother to give it a look, and just ran so chicly on the avenue paved with gray bricks.

... Relying on his good height of 1.8 meters four, two long legs can be self-willed, right——!Can no longer run happily _(:3><)_

The building that was noisy not long ago was silent a lot.Familiar light music is still playing in the store, and the passengers are chatting and laughing as usual, raising their glasses to celebrate.

"Witch's Dance." Cheryl looked back at the computer on the bar, with inexplicable excitement flashing in his eyes.Paganini's Dance of the Witches, of course she knew.Although this song is not difficult, it will make people remember it once they hear it.The jumping melody can make babies smile and squint their eyes and wave their hands.It really deserves such a good name.

"This is the first piece of violin music I learned." When going up the spiral staircase, the man still did not forget this piece of music, and his pace did not slow down. "Really... But I still like the version with piano accompaniment." Sharon couldn't find any other words to match, so she could only hold back this sentence dryly.

"Yes, the violin and piano ensemble..."

He seemed to be disappointed and let his eyes go blank, maybe he was missing someone.

After entering the stage of the previous farce, Mr. Sherrill was like an energetic child, looking left and right, looking and sniffing from time to time.After tossing like this for a while, he carefully pinched the unburned candle on the table with his gloved hand.

"what is this?"

"Candle, sir."

"I guess I'm not so stupid that I don't know what a three-year-old knows."

[Why not, you don't even know that the earth revolves around the sun. 】

Suddenly a sentence popped up in her mind, and Xue Lun frowned in surprise.

Sherrill looked carefully at the base of the candle and tapped again.A bit of brown powder had come off the sides of the candle.Just as Xue Lun wanted to pick it up, the man grabbed her first.Sherrill moved nimbly around the room, checking the fireplace and ceiling.But there are no bright results.There is no such excitement as finding a ray of light in the dark night.

"There are still a few minutes until the police come back to clean up the final mess." He said to himself, looking at his watch, "Oh, Miss Sharon, I think we can go out to get some air and clear up the things we already know. clues."

She obediently covered herself with toilet paper and closed the door.

"Right now, it's impossible for us to think it's some demon - we have to put that out of our minds as soon as we want to activate our brain called science."

"Now, two persons, a man and a woman, have been attacked in a manner resembling inhumanity. When, then? If Mr. Mortimer Tregennis' account is true, it was evidently when he left the room Happened shortly afterwards. This is very important. Assuming it happened within a few minutes of leaving. You see, the cards are still on the table, and the usual bedtime is past, but they haven't changed positions yet, and there are no chairs Pushed under the table. I repeat, it happened on his heels, no later than eleven o'clock last night."

Sharon had a hard time chewing on the logical relationship.Fortunately, Cheryl stopped very gentlemanly and waited for her to sort out her thoughts before continuing.

"Our next step is to try to find out, as far as we can, the actions of Mr. Chamotimer Tregennis since he left. There is no difficulty in that, and there is no doubt about it. I deliberately threw a large pile of dirt over the door when he came. .Fortunately, this guy was very nervous, so I didn't find anything unusual. In this way, I got his footprints, which were much clearer than those obtained by other methods. The prints were on the wet sandy path-there was a soft spot at the door of the hotel. With a specimen of footprints, it is not difficult to identify his whereabouts from other people's footprints, so as to determine his actions."

"If Mortimer Tregennis was not there, and some one outside alarmed the card players, how are we to verify this man? How is such a horrible impression expressed? "Sharon couldn't help asking.

"It should have rained last night, right?" Cheryl was not in a hurry, "If someone intends to scare these people, he will have to press his face against the glass before others find him, but there are no footprints Their room is on the second floor—do you hear me clearly? Do you think someone would go to such pains on a rainy day—to set up something like a ladder to face people coming and going? Besides, our Ms. Jenny I also have a hobby of planting flowers, and there are almost all flower beds under the stairs, even so, there is no trace of footprints."

no respond.

He lowered his head strangely, and found that the girl was looking at him with a strange expression.

"Is something on my face?"

He couldn't help touching his face.Sharon tiptoed to press his hand conditionally, and in the end—both of them froze for a moment.

"No..." Shrinking back, the crisp voice was full of hesitation, "It's just, I think you are very similar to someone I know."

A series of unknown flames ignited in the eyes behind the lens, and then went out again.

"No, miss, I just want to say." He put the girl's shoulders on his shoulders and said very seriously: "You are more dull than I imagined."

Without waiting for her to jump, he took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled out one, and asked "Do you mind?" (actually without waiting for her to nod at all), took out the lighter, lit it, and took a puff in satisfaction.

She really hates people who smoke, but... it still depends on the appearance.

Silently slapped himself in the face, silently, sinking into the smoke.

man in shadow

Humming a lullaby in her mouth, her hands gently patted that small body.The curtains have been lowered, but they still cannot block the incoming moonlight.Light and shadow seem to be a harmonious concerto, but for children who have just experienced a horrible experience, this is undoubtedly the most frightening brightness.

"Mom, is that devil still not gone?"

George widened his diamond eyes, and asked worriedly, his voice lowered consciously, afraid of something.

Mrs. Jenny's heart skipped a beat, and she patted George's head preoccupiedly: "What the devil—silly boy, don't think so much. Everything is over." "But!" The immature and incomprehensible child's voice made the woman Startled.The boy suddenly jumped up from the bed, probably realizing that his voice was too loud, so he stretched out his arms to block his mother's shoulders,

"But——I just saw a man with a shameful figure..."

"It's 'burly,' George."

"Well, there are burly people walking around downstairs and throwing small stones upstairs..."

The panic in Mrs. Jenny's heart suddenly magnified, she quickly let go of her son from her arms, held his face in her hands, and said as softly as possible: "George—tell me again what you saw?"

"Oh... Mom, you hurt me..."

"George!"

The boy was stunned by his mother's sudden seriousness.He repeated cautiously: "There was a burly man walking downstairs and throwing small stones upstairs."

"Mrs. Jenny—!"

At the same time, the door of the room was slammed open.Mr. Sherrill and the lady from China stood at the door in disheveled clothes, just looking at their mother and son, their lips moved.

"Mr. Mortimer is dead, Mrs. Jenny." Sharon took a step forward, with suspicion in her eyes that she dared not meet, "Did you...didn't you hear the whistle?" "Sharon..." Mrs. Jenny