Baker Street Charterers

There are three huge problems ahead.

First, to identify the dead man from the disgusting jumble of flesh hanging from the organ.Second, find the "other" part of the deceased.The third is to find the real location of the incident.

"Look at the surrounding area, it's very clean, without a single trace of blood. If this is the place where this poor man was killed, even Mr. Hawke, who is as skilled as Mr. Hawke, can't be so clean?" Holmes pointed The polished floorboards around it opened firmly.

"You mean someone deliberately hung this... this pile of fragments here?" Lestrade had a disgusted expression on his face.

While Holmes was speaking, Cleveland and Nora had already put on special gloves, stepped over the stairs carefully, and carefully collected the pile of unrecognizable pieces of meat into bags, leaving behind the blood-stained gorgeous organ, silently playing a sad and mysterious of horror stories.

"The police said they have searched the surrounding area, and that's all we can find of the dead." Nora said regretfully, placing a bag of red, white and white pieces of meat in the middle.

Lestrade turned his face away, his face turned slightly pale, "Poor fellow."

"I see that you seem to have made a careful observation just now, and you must have obtained valuable clues." Holmes stared at Nora, and said in a gentle and gentle voice, "I want to hear your opinion, which is of great importance to me. —maybe a revelation for all of us."

Cleveland glanced at him, while Nora opened her eyes slightly in surprise, and then her expression became strange, "You seem to have become humble, Sherlock."

Holmes raised his chin slightly, "Parting is always rewarding."

Eh... Nora looked at him probingly, then shrugged, and decided to ignore his specious words. In her impression, she took Sherlock Holmes' jokes and jokes too seriously, and the result was often tragic. So she turned her eyes back, glanced around, and said after thinking, "... there is no blood in other places, and it is as clean as if no murder happened, so how did the murderer hang these pieces on there? What about it?... It's not difficult, she, or he - after killing the dead man, chopped him up like this we saw, and put him in a sealed bag, I guess it is very likely The bottom of the bag is coated with glue to prevent the blood from leaking down."

"There is no doubt that the murderer knew the deceased and had an extremely close relationship and affection with him." Nora continued, "...he chopped up the deceased's body and chopped him into pieces, but alone His head was left alone... What does this mean? It's not that a person's head is difficult to decompose, nor is it because they are afraid that someone will find out the identity of the victim, but... She/he loves or hates the dead very much, and it is very difficult to preserve the head. Possibly to humiliate or commemorate."

"As for the others... the murderer is about 1.7 meters five and taller, in good health, and he acted boldly and cautiously... It can be seen from the fact that he did not leave any footprints and blood, and that he blatantly left his body in the chapel."

"Judging from the bones, muscles, some internal organs, and the firmness of the skin, the deceased was probably between thirty and forty years old, a white male, strong, with an old scar on his back."

Holmes looked at her intently, without blinking, as if he had listened to her conjecture, and looked thoughtful.

"In addition... Cleveland and I also found this." Nora picked out a piece of metal from the pile of bloody pieces of meat, took off her gloves and slowly wiped off the blood on it, revealing its original state - a brand new , an emerald-encrusted wedding ring that looks worth a fortune.

"I found it on a...well, a finger that was split in half, and I can also see the ring on the ring finger of the deceased." Nora held up the gemstone ring that was shining brightly after being moistened by blood , sighed deeply, "I think we can figure out the identity of this poor man right away... Does anyone know if a young male married professor has disappeared from this university recently?"

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"Blair Griffin, Londoner, born in 35, [-] years old, professor of history at the University of Cambridge - young and promising, preferring to study Greek ballads and myths - his wife just came to report him the day before Missing for two days." Lestrade looked at the information collected in the notepad, read in an orderly manner, and then raised his eyebrows in doubt, "According to his students, this young Professor Griffin He treats people very politely on weekdays, I have never seen him have any enemies, and I can't see who he will offend and then suffer such cruel revenge."

While talking about Lestrade, he showed a recent photo of the deceased—unexpectedly handsome, with a white shirt and black tie, and his eyebrows looked very gentle, just like the most common polite professor in a university .

Holmes flipped through the notebook handed over by Lestrade, and raised his eyebrows amusedly, "Our young Professor Blair Griffin has only been in Cambridge University for two and a half years, and he began to study the so-called Greek Compared with the length of time of Gayo Shinhwa, he can be described as "rich in writings"—five monographs and papers, more than a dozen manuscripts published in newspapers, not to mention those sporadically published magazine articles."

Lestrade said regretfully, "It's a pity that a talent has passed away."

"This eulogy may as well wait until the truth is revealed." Holmes closed his book, turned his head and said to Nora who was talking to Cleveland, "Miss doctor's assistant, if I invite you to come with me Will you agree to a visit to Mr. Riffin's house?"

Nora was taken aback, and turned to look at Cleveland in some embarrassment. Holmes immediately added, "I think it is enough for Mr. Hawke to send back some of Mr. Griffin's remains."

"..." Don't make the intention too clear, Mr. Holmes.

"She is my assistant, so naturally she should go back with me." Cleveland remained expressionless.

"Even the former boss," Holmes replied slowly, emphasizing certain words, "...cannot interfere with her interests and rights."

"..." Cleveland, who was inferior in language ability, stared.

"This..." Nora scratched her head anxiously, not knowing what to say, but Cleveland was silent for a while, before speaking before her.

"You should go." He looked down at her face and said in a low and slow voice, "I know you want to go... since I told you about this commission."

Nora paused.

"I don't object to your interests or interfere with your rights. On the contrary, I appreciate these, which make you outstanding and special." Cleveland stroked her hair, and there was obvious satisfaction and joy in her eyes because of the good touch. Stare into her eyes and tell her very seriously, "Go... remember to come back early."

After thinking about it, he added solemnly, "There will be no extra money for work other than handling the corpse."

Nora's originally very moved expression immediately became strange. She took a shallow breath, stepped forward and hugged Cleveland, although she was a little upset, she still said sincerely, "Thank you, Cleveland... besides, don't touch my head."

The doctor who had raised his hand again froze immediately. He coughed lowly, raised his chin proudly, nodded slightly reservedly, turned and left.

Nora watched his back disappear behind the chapel door.

"It seems to be very touching." Holmes also looked at Cleveland's back, with no emotion in his tone.

"Cleveland has always been very tolerant to me, and he has helped me a lot." Nora looked away, feeling emotional.

Holmes glanced across her face calmly, and then took the lead to walk in front of her, "Mr. Griffin's family lives on a street not far from here. Just in time for Mrs Hudson's delicious lunch."

Nora was taken aback, "...When did I say I would stay at Baker Street for lunch, Sherlock?"

"Mrs. Hudson has been talking about you, she misses you very much, and I think Miss Sharp, who has been a tenant for four years, should find it difficult to refuse this kindness that even I can't explain." Holmes was very calm, and his steps were fast. Quick and steady, "Besides, long time no see, don't you want to have a good get-together with my old friend?"

Which is the real reason, Sherlock Holmes?

Nora lowered her head and sighed helplessly, "To be honest, I really miss Mrs. Hudson, and I can't refuse the great kindness she once gave me... But, I don't want to see you—at least now, Sherlock."

Holmes paused.

"Oh?" His tone remained the same, and he didn't turn his head, but his footsteps slowed down slightly, and his voice also lowered, "...it seems that you have different opinions about that Mr. Cleveland Hawke. Attitude."

"Because he's a very close friend of mine, partner." Nora told him flatly, "one of my most important people."

—You are my closest friend, partner.My most important person.

Holmes had said the same thing to her two months before.Deeply touching, deeply hurtful.

Holmes' voice became calm, "I thought... people like you would never give up halfway."

Nora raised her head, looked at his tall and thin back, was silent for a long time, smiled silently, and then said softly in a helpless voice, "I really never give up halfway... just For my journey has come to an end, Sherlock."