[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

Lust, desire: smothered in brimstone and fire

Gluttony: Force-eating rats, toads and snakes

Greed: tormented in oil

Laziness: thrown into the snake pit

Rampage: Dismemberment

Jealousy: thrown into ice water

Pride: Wheel Crack

--------"Seven Deadly Sins"

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As long as she is willing, everything about her can be used, including her background.Likewise, she never extravagantly plays in order to achieve her own ends.

This is Qiao Xi, the Qiao Xi who always hides herself with lies.

On this day, as usual, Brooke was helping in Qiao Xi's shop, and Qiao Xi was playing with the computer behind the counter, when suddenly he heard the voice of the boy Qingyue, "Excuse me, is this the residence of Miss Erichdore Chalibert?" ? Here is a courier that needs to be signed for."

"What is it?" Brooke naturally planned to take the document. After all, Qiao Xi was handicapped, and he saved her the trouble of sending it to her, but she didn't want to. The girl pushed the wheelchair over by herself, with a rare excitement on her face. She was even faster than him, a man with good legs and feet, which showed the urgency in her heart. She took the box and said, "Thank you, sir." Her face was full of sincere gratitude and a smile.

The young boy seemed to be infected by such a pure and clean smile, and touched his nose shyly, "You're welcome, this is my duty."

After the postman left, Brooke asked curiously, "What are these things?"

"It's memories. Mother's memories." Qiao Xi carefully unwrapped the box, trembling for fear of breaking it, "My mother is from Country Z. She once took me to live in Country Z, even in the past few years. I still remember many festivals in that country."

And happy memories of when we were together.

The remaining half of the sentence was stuck in her throat, as if she couldn't say it no matter what.

But they already knew each other well.

Just when Brook wanted to comfort her, Qiao Xi laughed again, "So I bought a lot of things for festivals in country Z, let's treat them as commemorations and decorations. For example, this mugwort is for the Dragon Boat Festival , it’s just a pity that I can’t bring food for the Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival,” Qiao Xi said with some regret, “but luckily,” she mysteriously took out a bottle of liquid from the box, “I actually bought a bottle of liquid for the Qingming Festival.” Realgar wine is a must, do you want to try it, Mr. Brook? It repels insects and snakes."

Looking at her highly recommending look, it seems that this cup contains the best drink in the world.

And Brooke, who had plans, would naturally not refuse Qiao Xi's small request.

For a little girl who is not deeply involved in the world, gentleness, appropriate strength, after comprehensive use, it will be the best tool to fall.

After working in the store, Brooke drove home.

His house was at xx Street xx, and the head of that house was named Richard Brooke.

He likes to be fully prepared, and his high-level manipulation is fascinating.

He habitually took out the key to unlock the door, but when he was about to push it, he suddenly stopped.

Because he suddenly smelled a strange smell, a bit pungent, it should be gasoline, and this smell came from his home.

Enemy?

Sherlock?

Spoof?

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but no matter what kind of thoughts he knew, it was definitely not a good idea to rush in at this moment.

But he was a little curious about how he was calculated.

So he took a few steps back, then kicked the door suddenly, then took a few steps back quickly, and when he reached a safe distance, he looked back at the scene inside the door, and then he saw that he was low-key but extravagant The floor of the lobby is already covered with slowly flowing gasoline, and even because of the open door, they are still expanding outside the door.A spark slowly flashed from the place where he kicked the door, and then burned to the whole house like a prairie fire——

This is not all.

It stands to reason that when the flames rose, Brook should turn around and run away, but the flames slowly enveloped the house, and he still stood motionless.

It's not that he doesn't want to leave, but that he can't.

He just stayed in place for a few seconds, and during these few seconds, many snakes came out of the calm grass and surrounded him. They hissed and spit out their words, but they didn't immediately Attack, so relaxed, as if he was already in their pocket.

At this moment, he felt as if he had strayed into the snake's lair.

However, such a large number of snakes would not give him a chance to think. After surrounding him, a few more daring snakes rushed towards him without hesitation. (ai) Coincidentally (ai), I dodged a few swoops of snakes, but there are too many of them, there are always times when I can’t dodge——

Moriarty looked at the several bite wounds on his arms and thighs, his eyes gradually darkened.

He knows he won't die.

Neighbors must have reported such a massive fire, and these poisonous snakes were not fatal. He was bitten a few times, but he had no other symptoms except a little dizziness.

And looking at these oval-shaped snakes, they don't seem to be poisonous.

So the person who did this should not have wanted to kill him.

If it is to kill him, just use poisonous snakes directly. There is no need for such dense non-poisonous snakes, but it is more like playing with him.

"Hiss!..." He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his knee. He looked down and saw a yellow and black snake was biting him tightly through the trouser leg, but it let go of him after a while, and walked away from him. some.

His eyes narrowed.

lesnake, tabby rattlesnake.

Venomous snake.

Could it be that he guessed wrong and really wanted to kill him?

The snake's poison gradually increased, and he felt a little dizzy, as if he was about to die——

He never thought he would die in such an ironic way.

What Moriarty never discovered was that after every snake bit him, this type of snake never touched him again.

Like disgust.

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Rogers died, Sid was also rescued, and they were sent to the hospital separately, but Rogers was seriously injured, with stab wounds in the chest, and burns from falling into the brazier. Although the technology in the 21st century is advanced, The medical level is superb, but this kind of injury, even a genius doctor, is powerless.

Sid's injuries were not serious, and the coma was more likely because he inhaled a large amount of sulfur dioxide. Apart from this, there were no other wounds on his body, but there were bruises on the back of his neck, which may be because he was knocked out Lost on the spot—or so Donovan thought.

But in fact, the biggest suspect in this case is Sid.

Because he went to the office with the idea of ​​killing Rogers.

Sid was carrying a knife, and the fingerprints on it were his, but the blood was Rogers'. In other words, it was Sid who did the knife on Rogers' chest.

"Mr. Hedric held a high level of resentment towards Mr. Rogers, and it would not be surprising to kill Mr. Rogers."

What's more, to hang Mr. Rogers up, at least he must be a young and middle-aged man. At this time, Sid is too suspicious, otherwise why would Mo Niang appear at the murder scene so mysteriously?

Although most people in the police station seemed unwilling to believe this, they basically acquiesced in the conclusion of the psychiatrist. After all, Rutgers has been targeting Sid, and it is normal for Sid to have revenge. thing.

It's just that when the comatose boy wakes up and will be detained as a suspect, everyone in the police station can't bear it. After all, the good-tempered Sid is much more popular than Rogers.

Because the murderer was obvious, Lestrade didn't even invite Sherlock this time, but he didn't expect that Sherlock came here uninvited this time.

"Oh, Sherlock, what brought you here?" Lestrade patted him on the shoulder, "What do you need my help for?"

"No," Sherlock said, taking off his trench coat and tucking it in his hands, "it's just that I was told that your stupidity has killed one of you, and now," he stared at the officer, "you might have killed another." people."

"What are you talking about?" Although Lestrade also vaguely felt that Sid could not be the murderer, but the other party was so sure that he had some doubts. Was what Sherlock said really what he thought it meant?

"Hedric did want to kill Rogers, but he will never be the murderer." Sherlock put on his white gloves slowly, planning to do an autopsy, "You can guess from the description, she should be a typical religious admirer."

"You mean... her?" Lestrade was a little overwhelmed.

"The seven deadly sins of adultery, those who want to, should be smothered in sulfur and flames." He shrugged, "Believe me, the murderer is definitely a girl. To be precise, it was a girl who did it, but there is definitely more than one murderer. "

Rogers' body had been sent to Jasmine long ago. She checked the wound and reported the injury to Sherlock. In the end, she couldn't help asking, "Sherlock, you...why did you come? Ray Officer Strade probably didn't look for you, did he?"

"It seems that my uninvited presence pleases you more than your new boyfriend," Sherlock turned over the body, "but you're rarely right, it wasn't him who informed me."

It was Miss Calamity whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

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Dear Mr. Sherlock, long time no see.

Thank you for saving the lovely Miss Erichdore.Now that you have fulfilled my request, I can secretly tell you a little clue.

For example, Mr. Rutgers died of the seven deadly sins.

And Mr. Su Sen's weakness is the seven deadly sins.

At last, you are approaching me, my Mr. Sherlock.

——The calamity of your true feelings