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

The surroundings were silent because of her words.

Aisha Field didn't care, she chuckled, "Mr. Holmes should have deduced how he was killed by me. Speaking of which, God has never cared for me. It's rare to kill someone and be seen by others. Really Makes me feel bad."

"If the two don't show up, it will be a perfect accident."

Speaking of which, she turned her eyes to Old Field's cold body, "But it doesn't matter. I've already heard the twelve o'clock clock come to an end."

Sherlock reacted quickly, "You tampered with Williams' car? No...no...it was a car accident!"

"That's right." Aisha smiled brighter when she saw the detective's calm expression breaking down, "I spent 20 pounds to hire a very good driver, and I hit him and killed him. Point. I met God at the same time as my beloved father.

Isn't it very pleasant surprise?Big detective? "

"Yes, very pleasantly surprised." Mr. Detective replied friendly, completely ignoring the livid faces of all the detectives.

"Miss Field, did you do this for Miss Davis?" Krista stared at her, noticing every subtle expression on her face.

She looked at Krista, paused before smiling, "Sweetie, you are very sharp. But I don't want to repeat it later, so go to Scotland Yard to take notes now." She looked again People around, "Is that okay? Agents and gentlemen?"

"Okay. Frank, summon..." Lestrade looked at Christa, who smiled kindly, "Flora Davis, the only daughter of the owner of the Rulifen restaurant."

"Yes, to summon Flora Davis."

"Where is the best place to start?" Aisha sat gracefully and calmly on the chair in the torture room, and after thinking for a while, she finally made up her mind, "Then let's start from the very beginning..."

Christa sat beside Sherlock.The little girl was furious in her heart. If Sherlock hadn't insisted on coming here and threatened her with music homework, a law-abiding citizen like her wouldn't have appeared in such a place!

...someone completely forgot that what he did today is also subject to arraignment.

Aisha's speech is very steady and clear.

"Two years ago, Flora had a new boyfriend, the son of Lord Williams. What's his name? ... Yes, Blaise Williams."

"I hired his ex-girlfriend to kill him. Thirty thousand pounds, enough for a month's hallucinogen needs."

The detective who made the record trembled. This lady is really proficient in her business.When it comes to hiring murderers to kill people with ease, they are calm.

"Actually, I think the lives of their father and son are not worth a penny." She commented regretfully, "But the future of a poor woman and the life of a driver with a seriously ill wife are still worth the high price."

"Fuck!" Someone in the torture room cursed angrily in a low voice.This attitude of contempt and indifference to life is enough to make these detectives who have a sense of justice rooted in their hearts furious.

While listening, Krista fiddled with the pen in her hand without touching it.Sherlock glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Elsa bowed her head, ignoring their anger, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes.The tone was casual, "I think you should ask me why I killed him. After all, I have no grievances with him."

"It doesn't seem quite right to say that." She thought for a while, and corrected herself, "From the moment he and Flora started dating, I had an unforgivable hatred with him."

"This filthy man has defiled my muse. My only hope in this world." Speaking of these words, the brilliance in her eyes was so gentle that it was treacherous.

It is said that nine out of ten artists are lunatics.This Miss Field echoed the proverb.Completely crazy.

He actually killed three people for such a ridiculous reason, and indirectly killed five people.

Christa tapped on the armrest of the chair and lowered her eyes, feeling that the words were quite meaningful.

"But this matter was discovered by my dear father not long ago. It happened that he wanted to express his sincerity to Lord Williams to seek cooperation, but he couldn't tell His Excellency that my daughter killed your son, right? So, my shrewd man Father, decide to push this matter to my kind and pure Flora." She said, her eyes slowly turning to the direction of Sherlock and Christa, "My father must have talked to the two of you this morning about this stupid version Bar?"

Christa agreed. "Old Mr. Field's reasoning is really stupid."

Lestrade glanced at her helplessly, "Miss Hilde, please don't speak casually."

"Sorry." Krista lowered her head and continued to play with her pen.

"I didn't intend to kill him at the beginning." Aisha spread her hands, "So I just took Flora away to avoid this period of time. But my father was unwilling to give up, and even found Mr. Holmes on purpose. When I heard that Flora's father was seriously ill, I brought her back.

Hmm... You guys wanted to summon Flora just now, but I don't think you could find her, after all, I spent so much effort to get rid of all the traces.Unfortunately... Mr. Holmes should be able to deduce that Flora was with her father in a nursing home.

Gentlemen detectives, I think it is better to be kind and not to disturb the final reunion of father and daughter.Old Davis will not live long, Alzheimer's disease plus cardiovascular disease, very poor. "

"I'm sorry, but everything has to go according to order. We must summon Miss Flora Davis."

And don't you find it ironic that words like kindness and pity come out of your mouth?

When Aisha heard this, she looked very regretful, "Can't it be a few days later?"

"Miss Field, whether or not the summons is made for a few days at night, the blow to Miss Davis is the same. She will lose her father and friends almost at the same time." Sherlock replied for Scotland Yard.

"You're right. Let's continue with this long story." There was almost imperceptible sadness between her brows and eyes. "I went back to Field Park alone. Then he locked me up. Appointment with Lord Williams the next day. That's today."

"Flora to me is like color to an oil painting. She is my only hope for living in this dirty world. So I decided to protect her."

When she mentioned the name, the thorns all over her body softened.

"And then like I said, I killed them. It was an impromptu plan, but I wouldn't be sitting here without Mr. Detective."

"As for the method of killing, I wonder if I have the honor to listen to your reasoning."

"It is indeed a temporary idea, and the method is very poor. Old Field has the habit of taking a walk in the garden at 12 o'clock in the afternoon, and someone will clean up the garden at 30:[-], the body will be found in time, and it will be judged as an accident quickly. Report to Scotland Yard. You deliberately moved the pile of rocks so that Old Field fell on them. The slip marks on the steps were deliberately made by you last night. Deacon Garner is your accomplice, and the moss on the soles of Old Field's shoes is It was he who helped you deal with it, and it was he who had been passing on information to you before, so you knew the old Field's actions like the back of your hand."

Sherlock was calm and relaxed, and a string of words flowed out from between his lips and teeth.

"You put a painting as big as the curtains with the curtains. The curtains in the guest room are drawn up and down. When the old field passed by, you pulled the curtains. The background of the painting was exactly the same as the room, and he thought he saw it." What? Evil ghosts claiming their lives?"

"The bottom of the cane was oiled to make sure old Field was scared to fall. It was put on by the deacon, who alone had access to the cane. That's why he panicked so much when I touched the cane."

"You only had to take the painting down afterward to complete the perfect accident. But our arrival disrupted your plans and you only had time to draw the curtains up. To cover up the painting, you had to use the maid to clean the windows splashed it with water. Then I hurried back to my room from the guest room stairs."

"The only question now is, what's in the painting?"

After listening to the whole analysis, Aisha applauded him with great interest, "Your guess is correct, but what I drew is a secret."

Sherlock was unmoved.

"The painting must have something to do with Flora Davies. Revstead, summon her as soon as possible, Greenwood Sanitarium, North Yorkshire."

Aisha Field's complexion changed slightly.

Lestrade: I don't want to mention my name anymore.

"Miss Field, I think your lies are really lame." A young detective read the transcript again and said with confidence.

"Oh?" Aisha leaned back, her posture was a little more casual, "What's your opinion?"

It was full of contempt, but unfortunately the detective didn't see it, "You said Mr. Field didn't call the police because he favored you, but when he told the truth to Sir Williams, Lord Williams didn't call the police either."

She couldn't help laughing, "Just this one sentence can completely prove that Williams is wise not to call the police."

"What do you mean?" The young detective blushed and spoke angrily.

"My father, it is impossible for Williams to go through the judicial process. Because I will definitely disrupt his plan. And Williams values ​​the family reputation more than the life of his only son. This is from the way he handled things back then. It can be seen. So they will only deal with it privately, and it is impossible to report the case.”

"After all, they think their rights are much higher than the law."

The arraignment of Flora Davis will have to wait until tomorrow at least, and Sherlock and Krista will be fine if they stay. Krista succeeded in persuading Sherlock to agree to let them go back to Baker Street first.

When passing by the outer room, I just heard an agent report,

"...Yes, Mr. Williams was involved in a car accident on Central Avenue. Both drivers and His Excellency were confirmed dead."

Krista said suddenly, "Mr. Detective, it's over now. This is the best day of my life ever."

"What do you think of Aisha Field's last explanation?" he asked irrelevantly.

She wanted to say something, but she just said lightly, "Her explanation is a bit long."

"Yes, she is deliberately covering up some facts with words, just like she was covering up that painting." Sherlock's pride and excitement were vividly expressed. "Krista, do you remember when I said that Blaise Williams was just missing. But Aisha Field thinks he's dead. I'm sure she wasn't lying today. So this is such an interesting case!"

...Sorry, I don't remember anything.Krista thought of the messy case and felt that her future was bleak.

I'll go back and do my homework right now, and I won't dare to be lazy anymore, is there still time?

The author has something to say: Poor Sisi who was cheated by Sherlock one, two, three, four, five or six times a day.

The foreshadowing laid out in front can finally be taken back!

I think you guys don’t expect me to update at all (●—●), by the way, did you guess why Princess Elsa killed someone?

An online explanation is added here: it is to pour water first and then pull the curtain.

Climb up to make up a sentence.nothing.

Congratulations to Mr. Williams, who didn't even show his face, for receiving the bento.

Congratulations to Princess Elsa for completing the double kill achievement in one day.

Today's theater:

Aisha (seeing little girl Sisi, her eyes light up): Cute little girl, come home with me! I can also draw!You can take your portrait to scare people, guaranteed to scare everyone to death!

Krista: OK, OK, let's go, I want a picture that will make Sherlock cry.

Sherlock: Come back, Krista, it's time for your music homework.Your teacher is going online.

Let's guess who will get the bento next.

I beat old Davis, he should be sick!

After Williams, another group performer who finished without showing his face.

This is because the Field family has given the most sponsorship, hahahaha(?ω?) hiahiahia!

I almost forgot, thank you little angel for Lei and the nutrient solution.In return, Princess Aisha will sell a cute emoji online.