big devil holmes

Chapter 12 Research on Scarlet Characters ([-])

"Would you like to tell me about your wife?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes." Deacon Badr didn't even give the other party a chance to prepare, and said directly: "Karin is 35 years old, her social circle is very narrow, her personality is quiet, and she likes objects in warm colors. She goes to Go to an art exhibition, as far as I know, there are no enemies and no debt problems.”

He said everything about his wife in such a straightforward manner without any ups and downs, without even a pause in the middle, it can be seen that he has gone over these things in his heart many times.

"Then do you know why she appeared near that alley that day?"

"do not know."

"Then do you have any guesses about the word [YES]?"

"No."

"And do you know which dress your wife was wearing that day?"

"I don't know, I don't care about her clothes."

For the next few questions, Bader calmly gave his own answers. Although most of them were 'don't know', it still gave Sherlock some understanding of the deceased.

So he started thinking;
There was a brief silence in the room
After a few minutes:
"Mr. Sherlock, maybe I shouldn't disturb the rhythm of your work, but... I want to hear your current analysis of the case."

Badr broke the silence, his tone was still emotionless, and even sounded quite polite.

But Sherlock knew that he should explain.

It was already 4 o'clock in the morning.

The days in London are always short, and before the next sunset, he must find the murderer. This is not just the anger of a clergyman over the death of his wife, but also the face of the Holy See.That is a murderer who killed the family members of the clergy. Such a person who has committed a serious crime can still survive under the light of the Holy Light. Then every second he lives is a blasphemy against the Holy See.

And as the only detective in charge of this case, I just slept at home. Then I have to give some convincing arguments, right?

"Well, in fact, the case is not without a little progress." Sherlock leaned forward slightly: "As for why the murderer took the victim's clothes, I have thought of many possibilities, but the biggest one should be Just because... that dress would give away the murderer's identity
There is also the word written on the internal organs. I searched my mind and felt that the word [YES] seems to be given an unusual meaning only in vows or weddings.

However, due to the recordable nature of the "oath", the single word YES certainly cannot carry too much meaning.

So I lean more toward the latter, which is weddings. "

"wedding?"

"Yes." Sherlock nodded and said, "As long as the word [YES] appears at the wedding, its meaning does not need any explanation."

While speaking, he made a gesture of holding the oath in his hand, suppressed his voice, and imitated an old priest and murmured:

"Beautiful bride, you are about to marry this man!

Whether your future is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, will you love him forever?

Will you cherish him, respect him, trust him, take care of him, and be loyal to him?
At this time, the bride will only say one word. "

Deacon Badr was silent, his eyes lowered slightly, as if he was thinking about whether this inference was correct or not.

After a while, he finally murmured in a low voice:

"Yeah, at that time. She clearly said [YES]."

This was the first time since he entered the house that he had a visible emotional change.

At the same time, there was a 'poof'!
This voice was so familiar to Sherlock, it was the breaking and friction of bones and muscles. He lowered his head and stared blankly at an arm that had sunk into his chest, and blood was flowing hard from the collapsed wound.

"You're an astonishing detective to think of all that, just with a dead body.

So I just thought about it.

You'd be better off dead."

Everything is too sudden!
Deacon Badr's movements were also too fast, completely surpassing the visual capture ability of a mortal.

So, when the blood gushed out from the gap in his chest, Sherlock still maintained his previous expression until the second hand on the wall took a step back, and finally frowned because of the pain.

The gas lamp above the head flickered slightly, and everything in the room was confused by the reflection.

Badr put his other hand on Sherlock's shoulder without any emotion, and then pushed it lightly, the body fell backwards due to gravity, and the bloody hand on his chest twitched naturally. out.

At this time, the second hand on the wall finally took another step back.

Only two seconds.
A fresh life just disappeared in the hands of the adjudicator's deacon, without any struggle or resistance.

The gap between contractors and mortals is not so easy to bridge.

In fact, those ordinary contractors are okay, at least the distance between them and mortals is not that big, a shuttle of bullets greets them, damn it or they will die;
But the contractor who has evolved to the second stage is a completely different concept.

They can easily kill hundreds of mortals with any one they take out. When they want to kill you, your life will instantly become a candle trembling in the sea breeze. The waves come to you, and you don't even know how to pray.

What is even more helpless is that most of the contractors who have reached the second stage are clergymen under the command of the Holy See.

This leads to your death being just death, helpless and useless; just like Sherlock at this moment, with luck, someone may trace his death and try to give him justice, but when the clue touches The moment I arrived at the Holy See, everything became extremely ridiculous.

Even taking a step back, even if there is such a slim possibility that he was really killed by a deacon of the Tribunal, so what. The Tribunal never involves murder, only trials!
Even this kind of incident with obvious suspicion of murder and silence is still the case.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

The corpse fell to the ground, and the shattered heart spurted out large groups of plasma, gushing out from the huge hole in the chest;

Deacon Badr rubbed his hand on the scarlet notice in front of his robe, then turned around, without looking at the corpse again, let alone the panic or excitement after killing, killing is a part of life for a ruling deacon.

He didn't even bother to recall the detective's name until now. He just picked up the corpse's foot, as if dragging a broken cloth bag, and prepared to leave.

Later, the body will be sunk to the bottom of the Thames.

In this way, everything will be dead without proof.

In fact, he didn't want to go through so much trouble at first, but his wife died. Even if this detective in the lower city could really point out that he was a murderer, so what, the Holy See would definitely not punish her for being an ordinary woman. A deacon of the Tribunal.

What's more, this woman is still the deacon's property
However, what I hate is that this woman's father is also a priest of the Holy See.

In terms of blood, this is the cannibalism within the Holy See is absolutely unforgivable!

Well, anyway, the detective is dead now, and it's over after all.

Deacon Badr dragged the corpse, came to the door, and was about to leave
The moment his hand was on the doorknob.

"Sure enough, it's the oath in the wedding."

The detective's voice came from the side again
(End of this chapter)