[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

After a moment of weird silence, Christa frowned and asked, "Exactly the same?"

Frank stared at Cecil dumbfounded: "...Probably not."

When Sherlock heard the movement, he put down the family photo in his hand and walked over.

The poor novelist looked around, his eyes were still a little dazed, and he managed to clear his thoughts and said slowly: "I swear, it's really almost exactly the same! I'm writing a work that hasn't been published yet! You know, I'm currently writing a novel... Well, the protagonist in it is based on Sherlock. There is a story in this novel that is exactly the same as this case!"

Sherlock: "Tell me about the plot of your novel."

Krista saw the ecstatic light in his eyes, and heard Sherlock turn to her and say, "I thought it was a boring case, but now it's an interesting development. It's great!"

She felt a little sympathetic to the novelist who was about to cry, and comforted him: "It might just be a coincidence."

The novelist said incoherently: "No, it can't be a coincidence, the person killed in my story was also named Marcus..."

There was a hint of surprise in Christa's eyes, and it was completely impossible to attribute it to a coincidence.

"...and it started with an inheritance dispute. Marcus...I mean my protagonist, well, let me call him Eric. Eric has three children, the first of which is also a daughter, and runs a family Bar, the second is an adopted son, the third is a student who is still in college...except for Fitch Marcus, it can't be a coincidence!"

"By the way, the pair of scissors, Eric also had a pair of scissors stuck in his heart when he died. He was also found dead at home in the morning, by a friend, not an hourly worker, the only difference!"

……

The more they listened, the more they frowned. It can indeed be said that it was exactly the same. This incident could no longer be classified as a general murder.

Christa compared the two incidents in her mind, and suddenly said: "Cecil, who is the murderer in your novel?"

The novelist froze for a moment, then said hesitantly: "It's the third child, that student. He wanted to blame the boss for this matter. He borrowed usurious loans, broke into the house in the middle of the night to steal money, and was discovered by Eric Yes. Eric thought it was a thief who had sneaked into the house and wanted to turn on the light to catch him, but the third...his name was Patch, and Patch panicked and grabbed the scissors on the table and stabbed Eric Patch's heart. In order to avoid suspicion, he opened the safe with the key, and made a look like the safe was pried open, and then slipped back to school. Patch's roommate thought he went to the bar to fool around. Tell them they didn't tell the truth to the police in order to avoid being punished for staying out at night."

Cecil talked about his clear thinking in the plot, and Sherlock quickly grasped the point: "Is the scissors already in the room?"

"Yes." The novelist realized what the scissors he was talking about, and nodded without hesitation.

"The scissors in this case did not belong to the house. Things were neatly packed, and there was another pair of scissors in the drawer, which showed no obvious signs of wear and tear, indicating that Van Lundin rarely used scissors, and there was no need to prepare two sets of scissors. "Sherlock said lightly.

"And Cecil, the main character in your story was killed in the middle of the night. Valentin was killed in the morning," Christa answered.

Cecil's expression was a bit broken: "But apart from these, they are all too similar."

"Think about it, things have already happened. Cecil, at least you don't have to worry about the sales of your novel." Krista comforted him.

"Hey! Sherlock, can you see who the murderer is? If the modus operandi is exactly the same, I will really go crazy!" The novelist smiled wryly.

Krista looked at him sympathetically.Sherlock's tone was unhurried: "Then you don't need to worry. The murderer is not the student."

"High school students and college students are different after all! It's more of a coincidence. Mr. Cecil. Hasn't your novel not been published yet? Who will know what is written in your novel!" Frank comforted him. In his opinion, this kind of thing can only be regarded as a wonderful coincidence, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

Krista and Sherlock don't see this as a coincidence.

"Julia and Dempsey must have conspired together." Christa thought thoughtfully, "They are lovers."

……

She had no idea how much her understatement had hit weak Frank's heart!

"Krista... are you sure? You have never met these two people, and they are nominally..."

"At least there is no blood relationship." Sherlock snorted coldly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Krista stealing his lines.

It's even worse if there's a blood relationship, okay?

Why can they deduce such a terrifying thing just by describing the case!

"Family portrait. Doesn't your goldfish brain even see something so obviously wrong? There's a lipstick mark on the collar of Dempsey's shirt in the family portrait - oh, you have to ask how to tell which one is Dempsey, it's easy , you described his honest and dull personality, which is reflected in his attire. The simplest point is that the only couple in the family photo can only be Demps and his wife, and the others are not married. In the photo, Demps His wife doesn't wear lipstick, the only one who wears lipstick is Julia. If that's not enough, you can find a little nail polish on Dempsey's forearm, red, who put the nail polish on? Don't let me explain right?"

"The color of that lipstick is very rare, and it should be out of print now. Girls rarely choose it. Of course, it suits Miss Julia." Christa added. "However, that's not why Valentine pointed to the family portrait. Miss Julia broke his finger like that, and successfully provided us with an idea to solve the case. We would think that the murderer was of course someone in the photo. If you examine Valentine's fingers, You should be able to detect traces of nail polish."

"It's certainly a good idea to blame Mr. Fitch. So Julia specifically pointed out Mr. Fitch's financial distress. He's about to go bankrupt and heavily in debt. No matter how you look at it, there are motives. In order to deceive people, Julia even pulled Dempsey. Get into the water, so no one will suspect that the two are colluding. If you continue to investigate, you should find that the scissors belong to Mr. Fitch's bar." She smiled.

"I say this because Mr. Valentine found out about Julia and Dempsey, so they killed and silenced them." Frank suddenly realized.

"Frank, you are such an excellent detective. I don't know how many unjust, false and wrong cases you will add to Scotland Yard." Sherlock mocked. "Van Lundin has already noticed, otherwise why do you think Dempsey got married in such a hurry?"

"Dempsey's wife, from the photos of the family portrait, it can be seen that her appearance is ordinary, and her manners are not very good. This is due to the influence of her family environment-she probably did not come from a very good background, her appearance is obviously aging, and her life experience has many twists and turns. "

"As for Dempsey, you said he was adopted since he was a child, and he was favored by Valentine. His family is a typical London middle class, he has a successful academic record, and he runs a private clinic in London. No matter how you look at it, he is a young talent. But these two people Married. Cross-class love is quite rare in reality, isn't it?" Krista explained kindly and in detail.

"So why did they kill Valentine?" Frank asked blankly.

Sherlock: "Of course it's an inheritance. Once Fitch Marcus is convicted as the murderer, and the fourth child is still an underage student, it's not clear at a glance who the estate of Van Lundin will fall into?"

Krista: "So they took the will and damaged the safe. Don't forget, Frank, the information that Julia is borrowing money. Fitch isn't the only one with financial problems."

Frank was dizzy, "No...I still don't understand. Even if the nail polish can prove that Julia killed someone, why is it related to Dempsey? Don't they have an alibi?"

Krista: "..."

We didn't talk about the alibi at all, okay?

She glanced at Sherlock, and Mr. Detective had no desire to explain, so she had no choice but to speak: "There is no trace of too much struggle in the room, and Valentine was killed in a conscious state. How do you think a woman can be easily killed?" Killing a grown male? Assisted, of course. No other choice but Dempsey. As for the alibi, let Sherlock explain. I want a sip of water."

After talking too many words, I felt a little thirsty for a while.

A detective handed the little girl a bottle of water, and Krista stepped aside.

The novelist has been huddled in a corner without saying a word, looking lost.

"Alibi? It's very simple. The park where Julia walks is less than two miles away in a straight line. It takes a few minutes by car. The whole murder process takes less than 10 minutes. She can go around the park first and rush to After killing someone, rush back to the park, the park is very big, no one is staring at her all the time, just disappearing for more than ten minutes, no one will care. They will only think that she is always there."

"And Dempsey, which doctor have you seen watching the patient all the time? The patient didn't see Dempsey all the time, and your story also proves this. When you saw Dempsey coming in and out, he didn't see him all the time. What to do, it's obvious. Only you will believe the alibi, which is full of flaws."

Sherlock came to a conclusion about the murder.

— "A boring case."

Krista felt that Cecil had done nothing wrong, and she handed him the bottle of water that a female detective from Scotland Yard had brought to her.

The novelist no longer had the anticipation he had just arrived, and looked depressed.

"Would you like some water?"

Cecil took the thank you, still looking sullen.

"Don't think too much, maybe it's just a coincidence? You see, apart from the background, the case is completely different from what you've seen in the plot." Her tone was gentle.

Cecil held the water bottle and nodded with a pale face.

"Didn't you say that you wrote a new sonnet? You seem very satisfied, can you read it to me?" Christa changed the subject.

"Hmm." The novelist read two lines of poems in a low voice. Christa couldn't quite tell whether the English poems were good or bad, but thought the rhythms were beautiful, so she couldn't help but smile.

There was a sudden burst of voice, "We found this. It's hidden in the family portrait...a note..."

"New evidence? Go and have a look," she suggested.

The novelist didn't say no.

The two walked over to look at the newly discovered note, on which a few lines of sentences were written in gorgeous Gothic English written like rose branches.

Christa only glanced at it, and then turned to the novelist whose face was as pale as paper.

On it was written the first stanza of the sonnet Cecil had just read to her.

The author has something to say: Today is also a day to light wax for Cecil.

Congratulations to the novelist, the worst in the audience√