big devil holmes

Chapter 309 10% Blind Spot

Sherlock is a monster. This was recognized by everyone when he was in the Academy of Life Sciences.

As a leader of the new generation who is highly expected by the trial court, Hopkins admires Sherlock's reasoning ability. Gregson, as a traditional police officer who works hard, also envies Sherlock's execution ability. In addition, In addition, there is also judgment, perception, the ability to search for clues, observation, divergent thinking, and even a casual guess, which can fool you [-]% to [-]%. In short, in their eyes, Sherlock is a detective with all the talents. The powerful guy.

But when they heard him say that these cases actually used techniques that ordinary people could complete, the two of them rationally told themselves that this was probably nonsense.

"Mr. Holmes." Captain Gregson said, and used a very formal title, presumably to make him feel that he was discussing an extremely serious issue:

"I'm not a person with strong reasoning ability. I think things like secret rooms are indeed feasible to a certain extent. After all, no one saw the moment when the deceased was murdered.

But there are some among us who have actually seen the incredible murder techniques.

Judge Hopkins saw the Ripper kill a person in front of him more than a month ago!
In an instant!

The sunlight dazzled his eyes. Right in front of him, he was a table away from the deceased, and the deceased's throat was cut instantly.

Is this also a way of killing that ordinary people can accomplish? "

"Of course." Sherlock replied directly without changing his expression.

"Coco." Gregson spread his hands at a loss, with countless words stuck in his throat and unable to speak: "Then can you please answer it for me?"

Sherlock shook his head: "Not yet."

"why?!"

"I must have my own reasons." Sherlock said: "Of course, you will know it soon, when the time for Nightingale's murder notice comes.

In fact, you can think of it now, but your blind spot in thinking prevents you from thinking in that direction. Didn't I say that no matter how incredible it is, after eliminating all other impossibilities, what is left is the truth. "

This was the second time Gregson heard this sentence today. When he heard it for the first time, he just felt that this sentence was Sherlock expressing his attitude and understanding of the truth of the case.

But now after hearing it again, I found that I couldn’t understand it.

Can you think of the Ripper's killing methods now?
How could that kind of method be impossible to achieve no matter how hard you think about it?

Moreover, why was he unwilling to tell himself now, why he said that he would naturally know the day after tomorrow, and why at this time, he suddenly mentioned this sentence again.

Captain Gregson's mind was filled with doubts. He frowned, and the muscles on his face tensed painfully because the doubts in his mind were not answered.At this moment, Hopkins suddenly realized something!
As a judge who can be called a 'genius', his thinking ability must be much better than Gregson, so he suddenly looked at Sherlock and opened his mouth to say something, but it was like As the other party emphasized just now, he hesitated and finally closed his mouth.

Outside, the rising sun that has been reincarnating for hundreds of millions of years is gradually climbing up the sky. Today is a rare sunny day in London, and it is also the time when summer is coming to an end. At the hottest time, Sherlock was still imprisoned in that terrifying building. In the bloody prison, the weather had turned cold when he was released.

In fact, high temperature never seems to have much to do with this rainy or foggy city. 80 miles away, the unobstructed roaring sea wind is as always, robbing the city of heat wantonly. It is even a little damp and cold in the early morning at this time.

Sherlock has a very strange obsession with windbreakers, probably because the style is long enough to cover a lot of blood splatters. With the morning breeze, the hem of his clothes fluttered slightly, and the patrol guards in the small courtyard saw him. , the previous emotions such as enthusiasm, envy, and hatred are gone.

Because after today, the Ripper is about to come. At this juncture, everyone is becoming more and more anxious and nervous. Even the matter of Sherlock and Nightingale being in the same room a few days ago has been temporarily put aside. At the back of the head.

Unknowingly, he came to the main entrance of the villa, and here he saw Watson who had returned. He was standing under a tree, quietly looking at the lighted window on the second floor of the villa, which he usually didn't do much. He was smoking, holding a stick of blue between his fingers. His aristocratic melancholy eyes looked a bit aged in the smoke. If someone saw this scene, I don't know how many girls would be fascinated by it. .

"Why are you standing here?" Sherlock walked over and lit a cigarette. The two of them just stood in the dim morning light.
"Otherwise, I don't know where to go." Watson said: "Tomorrow is the date on the death notice. Although I have some confidence in you, after seeing those cases, I seem to feel that there is no way to solve it, so Standing here for a while, looking at the light in Lord Nightingale's window, I can feel a little more at ease."

"It seems that her position in your heart is really important." Sherlock said in a puff of smoke.

"Of course, that is the most beautiful person in the world. If you and Lord Nightingale are in danger at the same time, I will definitely not even look at you."

Sherlock smiled. He didn't think Watson was joking.
"Don't worry, she won't die."

"How can you be so sure? It's not like you can say something before solving this case." Watson asked without emotion: "So, how far have you solved this case?"

"About 90%." Sherlock said lightly.

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Under the light coming from the window, there was a sudden silence. It wasn't until Watson put the cigarette between his lips and took a strong drag that he made some noise.

In fact, if these two guys in the office heard these words, they would definitely jump out of their seats in confusion, but Watson was the first to know Sherlock after all. He understood this guy's strength, so facing him These sudden words just made the spicy smoke swim through the lungs once, and then calmed down.

"90%, you are so humble." Watson said, "I don't know, what is the remaining 10%?"

"Nightingale's name." Sherlock raised his head and looked at the window of the villa: "I still can't figure out why her name appears on the list of people about to be murdered."

(End of this chapter)