I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 529 The corpse will tell everything

Sherlock watched quietly as Gregson left his sight. He was calm before that, but not until he was completely out of sight.Watson jumped up excitedly when he saw him, and said loudly to himself.

"Four serial suicide cases, and there are still last words left. The Holy Sword Angel must have favored me today!"

"My dear," Mrs. Hudson said softly, "I don't think you should be so happy about someone dying."

"Sorry." Sherlock said, "But it's not that one person died, but four people died. Anyone would be excited."

He took it for granted.

He quickly picked up the coat on one side and prepared to leave.

But soon, he stopped and looked at Watson, "I remember, you are a military doctor?"

Watson responded and nodded.

"How's it going?"

"very good."

"Then you should have seen a lot of wounded people and violent colonists?"

Watson shrugged incredulously.

Sherlock's eyes became brighter and brighter, "That must be unbearable, right?"

"It's okay, I've seen too many."

"Would you mind seeing me more?"

The moment he heard these words, Watson finally determined what Sherlock meant, and a feeling of adrenaline that seemed to have appeared on the battlefield gradually spread to his body.

Without any hesitation, he replied directly.

"Of course!"

The two of them quickly walked down the stairs from this room with a tacit understanding, and quickly stopped a taxi.

As the car gradually drove towards its destination, Watson finally asked the question, "You are a detective, right?"

After a pause, he said doubtfully, "But the police won't look for laymen."

Sherlock turned his head and glanced at him, "I told you about Barema and Hariniya when I first met you."

"Yes." Watson nodded, "I've always wanted to ask, how did you know?"

"The way you stood and your hairstyle when you entered the door were very standard military style. Your face is dark, but it is not your original skin color, because your wrists are very white, which means you have just returned from the tropics.

You have experienced life and death, and suffered serious illness, all of which are obviously written on your withered face.Your left leg was injured and you were holding a cane, but you did not find a chair to sit on, but chose to stand. This shows that you have forgotten your disability.

This means that your lameness is not congenital but caused by trauma, and where in the tropics can a Britannian warrior be wounded?

It seems that there are only Barema and Harinha.

Of course, the fact that you didn't find a chair also means that your lameness has already healed, and now it's more of a psychological problem. "

"You said I had a physical therapist."

"You have a physical or mental illness and of course you need a physical therapist."

He looked at Watson, "And your brother, the price of pagers is not cheap in this era, but you have to find someone to share it with, which means you didn't buy it, but a gift. There are scratches on the pager, Not just one, but many. They must be placed in a pocket with keys and coins. You don't treat your own luxuries like this, so there must be an owner before this.

The next point is simple, there is another name engraved on the back of the pager, Harry Watson.

Pagers are for young people, so it wouldn't be your father, maybe a cousin, but you're a fighting hero and homeless, so it's not like you have a big family.

Therefore, it is more likely that they are close relatives, that is, brothers.

There is also a name called Carat on the back of the pager. She is obviously a girl. Such an expensive pager may be a gift from my wife, not my girlfriend.

There is a factory date on the pager. This thing should not be used for more than six months. He gave it away after six months of use. Maybe there was a relationship problem. If she left him, logically speaking, he would Souvenir.

But he lost it, so he was the one who left her.He gave you the pager, indicating that he wanted to keep in touch with you.You are homeless, but you are not willing to ask your brother for help, which means that your relationship is not good.

Maybe you like his wife, or maybe he's an alcoholic. "

He spoke very quickly, and Watson had to concentrate for a while before he could keep up with his rhythm. Although his speech was fast, his logic was very clear.

After hearing his conclusion, Watson actually felt that it was not unusual for him to guess these things.However, Watson knew that to observe these, one must have an observation ability beyond that of ordinary people.

After saying this, Sherlock turned his head and said, "I am a consulting detective, unique in this world. When the police can't find clues, they will come to me to solve the problem."

While they were talking, the taxi also pulled up to their destination.

When they opened the car door, they could see several parked mechas and multi-legged police cars. The mechas were pulling the isolation cord.

They got out of the car, and Watson slowly spoke.

"My relationship with Harry has never been good. He had a relationship problem with Clara three months ago. They are now getting divorced. He has been drinking for a long time."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Did you guess everything right?"

This evening there was some fog and the sky was overcast.All the roofs were covered with a layer of dark brown mist, which looked like a reflection of the khaki streets.

Lauriston Gardens looks very eerie.There are four houses not far from the street, two of which are occupied by people, and the other two are empty. Building No. [-] is one of them empty.There are three rows of windows on the side of the empty house facing the street. It is gloomy and empty, and the dusty glass is covered with "for rent" notes, as if it has cataracts.

There is a small garden in front of each house, which separates the house from the street.The garden was dotted with twisted flowers and plants.A long, thin yellow path runs through the garden, and you can tell at a glance that it was paved with gravel and clay.

It rained all night last night and everything was muddy.The garden is surrounded by a two-meter-high brick wall with a wooden fence on top.Standing against the wall was a tall, burly policeman.

There were a group of people who liked to watch the excitement. They stretched their necks to look inside, trying to see what was going on inside.

However, the mecha stood in front of them. The burly body of the storm mecha blocked their sight, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.

Watson originally thought that Sherlock would eagerly go in and study the case, but he did not take action immediately, but acted casually.

He walked slowly up and down the sidewalk, looking at the ground, the sky, the houses and the row of fences opposite with an expressionless expression.After looking around, he slowly walked up the garden path.

To be precise, I walked forward along the path near the grass, keeping my eyes on the ground.Sometimes he stops, and sometimes he sighs knowingly.There were many footprints in the wet mud.However, the policeman had walked up and down it many times, and he really couldn't see what he could find there using deduction.

When they arrived at the door, Gregson, whom he had met before, came out and said, "I'm glad you could come. No one is inside and hasn't moved."

Sherlock raised his head and glanced at them, then said, "Did you come here in the Scarab?"

"No," Gregson said, "You also saw the mechas and police cars parked outside."

"Then let's go take a look at that room." Sherlock changed the topic and walked in slowly.

It was a short corridor that led to the kitchen and downstairs. It was uncarpeted and full of dust.There is a door on the left and right sides of the aisle.One of the doors had obviously been closed for a long time.

Climb the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor, where the mysterious case took place.

He walked in slowly, and Watson followed. There was a familiar smell in the air, the smell of corpses.

This is a large square room without any furniture, making it appear even more spacious.The walls were covered with simple wallpaper, and there were large mold spots in some places.

Large areas of wallpaper had peeled off in many places, exposing the yellowing plaster underneath.

The only window was dirty, and the light in the room was dim, giving the room a dark and gloomy look.

However, the most eye-catching thing was the male corpse on the ground.The corpse lay stiffly on the floor, staring at the floor with a pair of blank eyes.

He is of medium build, with broad shoulders, curly black hair and a messy stubble.He was wearing a thick velvet coat with a vest underneath. The collar and cuffs were all stained with oil, and his fingernails were also stained with oil.

His hands were clasped tightly, his arms were extended outwards, his legs were intertwined, and there was a look of horror on his stiff face.This was an expression of resentment that Watson had never seen on a human face, and it was so ferocious and terrifying.

His face was extremely distorted, coupled with his low forehead and protruding chin, as well as his extremely unnaturally twisted body, making him look weird.

Watson had seen many corpses on the battlefield, but he had to admit that this corpse was the weirdest one he had ever seen.

"The deceased's identity has been found out," Gregson said. "He is a mecha engineer invited by the government. According to the arrangements given to him by the Imperial City Government, he should stay at the St. Mary's Hotel. I don't know why he is here. .”

"Okay." Sherlock raised his hand to stop Gregson from continuing, "The rest of the information will be useless."

"I haven't said what it is yet?" Gregson said confusedly.

"It's going to be a bit noisy any more," said Sherlock. "The corpse will tell me everything."

"He's dead, sir," Gregson said.

"The corpse is much more honest than the real person." Sherlock squatted down, picked up a magnifying glass and observed the corpse. He walked around the room lightly, sometimes stopping, sometimes kneeling, and even once Lying on the ground and observing.

He was so focused that he seemed to have completely forgotten their existence, and even talked to himself.

(End of this chapter)