I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 528 Serial Suicide Case

Xia Ya also slowly walked out of the hospital. He quietly watched Watson's leaving back without saying a word.

"You went out early in the morning and changed your clothes like this. Did you just come to see him?"

The sound coming from one side attracted Char's attention.

He turned his head and saw Alicia standing not far away, dragging her elbows and looking at him.

She wore a white woolen coat and matching hat, and a pair of white boots. Her long silver-white hair danced in the wind. Although it hadn't snowed yet, she still looked like an ice and snow beauty.

"The magic power is restless, and some things underground are also a little uneasy." Xia Ya whispered in a low voice, "I didn't want to take care of it at first, because I can just leave it to the exorcism department. However, they have targeted some unscrupulous people. Someone to keep an eye on."

Xia Ya said it very cryptically, but Alicia could understand what he meant.

"He just looked like a normal person," she said.

"In this world, everyone has his own role. If you do everything yourself, it will be very tiring." Xia Ya replied.

Alicia nodded in disbelief.

"What's wrong with you coming to see me?"

"Tony told me that his mecha was stolen. There was no response from the surveillance system, and the mecha disappeared in an instant. Then through positioning, he found that the mecha was in a villa in the imperial capital, and was being raped by a girl. Manipulating." Alicia raised her head, as if waiting for his explanation.

Xia shrugged, "He wasn't there when I went there. And the mecha itself was custom-made by me, wasn't it?"

"That's right, but you also leave him some information." Alicia said helplessly. "Tony thought the artificial intelligence he designed had rebelled, and modified the data system to deceive him. It scared him half to death."

"It's not surprising." Xia Ya nodded, "After all, he has really experienced it in the past. And the artificial intelligence system he is using now almost replicates human neural circuits. While it has stronger growth potential, it also has less autonomy. Stronger.

But didn't he suspect me? "

"He didn't think you would do such a thing," Alicia said, "because you've always been very clear about what you do. But I guessed it was you."

"You still understand me." Xia Ya teased.

Alicia showed a helpless smile, paused, and said, "Is she happy to receive that thing?"

Xia Ya slowly turned her head, her eyes flashing with unknown brilliance. In his sight, she was controlling the mecha to fly towards Beichen at a speed of Mach [-]. He seemed to be able to hear her feeling the impact from all directions. The scream of the strong wind.

People in this era have not yet launched satellites, or even if they did, they would not be very advanced, so the sky is still very safe now.

"She should be very happy." Xia Ya whispered.

Alicia nodded, "Have you had breakfast?"

"not yet."

She stepped forward and took Chara's arms, "There is a century-old pastry shop nearby, and the Napoleon in it is delicious."

"Let's go."

According to Holmes' arrangement, Watson met on time the next day at the door of the house he mentioned at 221b Baker Street.

He waited at the door for a while, but he came early, so it was normal. Soon, a Scarab taxi stopped in front of the house.

Sherlock got out of the car and complained to Watson.

"Those scientists in Britannia should really upgrade the suspension on this car.

Even if I rolled down the top of a mountain in an ordinary car, it wouldn't be so bumpy. "

Watson shrugged. "They can't do anything without Tesla."

He held out his hand to him.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes."

"Just call me Sherlock."

Watson looked around and said, "The location here is good, and the rent should not be low."

"The landlord's Mrs. Hudson gave me a discount. She owed me a favor. Her husband was sentenced to death a few years ago, and I helped a little."

"So you spared his husband the death penalty?"

"No, I provided key evidence and confirmed his guilt." Sherlock said.

Watson raised his eyebrows.

Sherlock opened the door and walked in, followed closely by Watson.

Mrs. Hudson is a very kind old lady who always smiles when talking to people.They also make coffee for them carefully and the room is very comfortable.There are two bedrooms and a bright and airy living room.

The interior is very cozy, with two large windows and good lighting.They are very satisfied with every aspect of the house, and they can accept it even if the rent is split between them.

So, they decided on the spot and rented the house right away.That night he moved his luggage from the hotel where he had stayed, and the next morning Holmes moved in several of his suitcases and traveling bags.

In the next day or two, they were busy unpacking their bags and placing their belongings in their places.

Holmes directly occupied the kitchen table and filled the table with his various bottles and jars of weird chemical containers, but given his profession, Watson could understand.It was just some human bones and human tissue that he got from who knows where that took some time to get used to.

After doing this, they gradually settled down and became familiar with the surrounding environment.

Holmes is indeed not difficult to get along with.He is not active and lives a regular life.He usually went to bed before ten o'clock in the evening. Before he got up in the morning, Holmes had breakfast and went out.Sometimes he stayed in the laboratory all day, sometimes in the anatomy room, and occasionally he would walk a long way to places where there were more beggars.

With a certain amount of effort, he would be extremely energetic, but from time to time he would have the opposite situation. He would lie on the sofa in the living room for several days in a row, saying nothing and motionless from morning to night.

If he didn't know that he lives a strict life and loves to be clean, Watson would really doubt that he would fly with leaves.

After a few weeks, Watson's interest in this man grew day by day, and he often tried to pry Holmes open and let him talk about his situation.

This is not because he is too bored. Watson rarely pays attention to things outside. His physical condition does not allow him to go outside, and he has no friends to visit him. His life is very monotonous, so Naturally, attention turns to this mysterious roommate.

Holmes's violin playing was very good and could be said to be outstanding, but like his other talents, it was a bit weird.

He could play many pieces, including some difficult pieces, which Watson knew very well, because he had played several of Mendelssohn's "Balads" at his invitation.However, when he pulled it by himself, he was completely out of tune.

At dusk, he would lean back on the chair, close his eyes tightly, put the violin on his lap, and pluck the strings casually.Sometimes the sound of the plucked strings is high-pitched but sad.Sometimes the plucked string sounds are weird and cheerful.Obviously this shows his state of mind.

It had just been a week or two after moving here, and no one had come to petition. Watson obviously thought that this roommate had few friends like him.

But he soon discovered that he had many acquaintances, and they came from completely different walks of life.Some are smaller and have yellowish faces, and some just look like mice with heads and brains. Sometimes there will be young people dressed in fashionable clothes, old women, white-haired old people, train porters, all kinds of people.

Whenever these visitors came, Holmes always begged him to be entertained in the drawing-room, and he had to retire to the bedroom.

He seems to be doing some consulting work, answering some people's questions.Watson wanted to ask him, but he felt it was not good to ask about other people's privacy.

The real clue he found was an article he read in a magazine one morning.

He got up relatively early that morning. The landlady knew that he was used to getting up late, so she didn't prepare breakfast, so he picked up a magazine and started reading.

There is an article in the magazine titled "Deduction".

What this article says is: If a person can observe things accurately and comprehensively, he will gain a lot.It is undeniable that there are indeed delicate and meticulous parts in the article, but there are also absurd parts mixed in it.

The argument is sound, but the conclusion is far-fetched.For example, the author said that one can gain insight into his inner thoughts from a moment's expression, muscle trembling, and eye blinking.According to this author, it is impossible for a person to be deceived if he is trained in observation and analysis.

The author said that if a person understands logic, he can deduce from a drop of water the existence of the Atlantic Ocean or the Great Falls that he has never seen or heard of.A person's entire life forms a huge chain. As long as one link can be seen, the situation of the entire chain can be completely inferred.

At first Watson thought this was nonsense.But soon, he saw the author's name at the end of the article - Sherlock Holmes.

It's a bit unexpected, but it makes sense.

He quickly stood up and headed to the living room impatiently.Sherlock sat by the window and meditated as usual.

Watson was hesitant to speak, but he still said, "I saw your deduction method."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "How is it?"

"At first I thought what was said here was ridiculous, but when I thought about how accurately you told my story before, I started to believe it a little bit." Watson said, "How did you do it?"

"From your face and your legs," said Sherlock.

"what?"

"Dong dong dong."

At the same time, there was a knock on the door on one side. Mrs. Hudson walked over and opened the door. Behind the door was a man in a coat. He took off his hat, nodded to Mrs. Hudson, and then Came in.

He looked at Sherlock and said solemnly.

"The fourth case has appeared."

"What's the fourth incident?" Watson didn't quite understand.

"Serial suicide case." Sherlock picked up the newspaper on one side and handed it to Watson.

Watson took the newspaper and read it. The case was reported on the front page.

In other words, it was only after the third suicide case that the media connected the three.

It is said that there have been many bizarre suicide cases in the imperial capital recently. The suicides have no motive and the death is miserable, but no trace of other murders can be found.

While Watson was looking at the case reported in the newspaper, Sherlock also looked at the man, pointed at him and introduced him.

"Let me introduce to you, his name is Tobias Gregson, he is the smartest person in the police station in the imperial capital. He and Lester are both the tallest among the gangsters. Their brains react quickly. , full of energy, but too old-fashioned and very rigid in thinking.”

He looked at Gregson and said, "I rarely praise someone so much."

Gregson twitched his face, "Then I have to thank you for your compliment?"

"You're welcome." Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said, "There should be something different this time, otherwise you wouldn't come to me."

"There was no information before, but this time there is, in Lauriston Gardens, Brixton." Gregson said, "Will you come?"

"I won't take the police car. I'll be there later."

(End of this chapter)