big devil holmes

Chapter 317 Evidence
The moment you open the door, it turns the room into a secret room
Hopkins was not a fool. After being reminded by this sentence, he immediately thought of several possible methods, such as clenching the deceased's hand into a circle, and then finding a stronger rubber rope and threading it through. Then wrap this hand around the door handle and tie the simplest slip knot.

In this way, you only need to insert the key into the slipknot before opening the door, and the moment the rubber rope breaks away from the door handle, the elasticity will naturally pull the key back to the deceased's hand.

Of course, in order for the deceased's hand to remain in a position that was big enough to hold a key, something needed to support the hand.

Thinking about it now, the deceased was probably holding the dinner fork in his hand before opening the door, but it was at the top of the fork. When the key was retracted, the fork was ejected, and then the tableware appeared. The situation of being flown far away by Beng.

As for how to recycle the rubber cord, it's actually easier. Just put the hand holding the rubber band into your sleeve, because the room was dark at first, and you need to turn on the light to see clearly what's going on inside. At that time, Sherlock needed to press the light switch on the wall first. During this time, his hand
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"Creak!" With a sound, Hopkins stepped on the brake, causing Sherlock and Nightingale in the back to sway violently.

The people around the car had no idea what was going on. They all immediately became more alert. They took out their guns and aimed cautiously in all directions. The other armored vehicles escorting them suddenly turned on their searchlights, covering the entire vehicle. The streets were all brightly lit, and Captain Nopa and Captain Gregson pushed open the door of their vehicle and rushed over.

In the car, Hopkins turned around and looked at Sherlock in the back seat with a completely confused look. He stared for a long time and then blinked:

"But. But the first person who put his hand in at that time was you."

Sherlock nodded: "Yes."

"what?!!!"

Hopkins' expression at this moment was as if he heard Sherlock say that he was actually the illegitimate son left by Lord Dante among the people.
Oh, no, based on the amazing behavior Sherlock has shown over the years and his monster-like strength, if he said this, then it is really possible.

Therefore, Hopkins was even more shocked than he was Dante's illegitimate son. He opened his mouth repeatedly, but it took him a long time to say:

"Who did you kill?"

"That's right." Sherlock continued as if nothing was wrong: "Didn't I say at the beginning that my protection target has always been Nightingale, so what do I care about the other three people?

You also said that those people are not good people, so just kill them. You, the Tribunal, don’t need to give me medals. "

No one can describe the absurd atmosphere at this moment in words
"But... just kill the other two people. No one will care about you, but Pope Beru cannot be sentenced to death!" Hopkins shouted, feeling like he couldn't hold himself any longer. Seems a little out of sorts.

"Ah, I didn't pay attention to whether the trial court sentenced him to death, but I just killed him. It should be no problem.

Because he was one of the Rippers after all.

Remember what I said about a monk who was quartered and thrown into the Thames the night before.

In fact, it was me who mentioned his child abuse and murder to Pope Nadine Bellou that day, and we made an appointment to meet in the evening. He originally wanted to keep everyone outside the corridor away because he didn’t want anyone to see him and me. been touched.

But the monk was a little too pious. After he left, he was worried about his master's safety and wanted to come back for another look, so he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

This led to Pope Nadine Bellou killing him, and his method confirmed his identity as the Ripper.

Of course, I met the Pope again the next day and helped the monk take revenge.
In short, since I was invited to join the Ripper case, I can naturally kill the murderer related to the case at any time, which is reasonable."

"." Hopkins said no more, just continued to stare at Sherlock speechlessly.

This guy killed a pope!
But this guy even killed the emperor of the empire, but he still walked out of the blood prison unharmed. So even if his move is really unreasonable, what can he do?
At this moment, there was a knock on the car door.

"Hey, what's going on?" Gregson shouted in a loud voice, extremely panicked.

Hopkins finally regained his composure, then lowered the door panel of the armored vehicle, and then saw Nopa outside, and Watson with a worried look on his face. "Oh, it's okay, the operation was wrong." He explained with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Operation error?"

"Well, I'm really tired these days. I accidentally stepped on the brake just now."

Gregson frowned and saw Miss Nightingale still sitting safely in the carriage, and then asked tentatively:

"Your Excellency Nightingale, are you okay?"

Nightingale must have gone through repeated struggles in her heart, but her expression did not reveal a trace:
"Of course it's okay, I'm just a little nervous."

She said comfortingly.

After hearing this, Gregson finally felt relieved, and then worriedly said to Hopkins in the front row: "Can you still hold on? Otherwise, I will find someone else to drive."

"No need, I'm awake now."

After some negotiation, Captain Gregson finally turned around and waved to the surrounding guards in a calming manner: "It's okay, keep going. I know it's hard for everyone, but if you are sleepy, just give yourself two Mouth, just wake up and get through today!"

In this way, after a short period of preparation, the convoy continued to move towards the south side of London City, where the circuits had not yet been laid. The light of the gas lamps had gradually entered everyone's sight.

Hopkins' whole state in the car was very wrong. After the car had moved forward for a certain distance, he finally asked:

"So, you are the Ripper?"

"Of course not." Sherlock said: "I took action first and killed those three people before I started to open the door."

These words were still spoken casually, but the weird and absurd atmosphere became more intense.
"But why did you do this? It doesn't make any sense to kill those three people first. You still can't determine who the real Ripper is?"

"I'm sure." Sherlock corrected.

"." Hopkins was silent for a brief moment and sighed: "How many times do I have to tell you, I am not a Ripper.

Even if all your theories about the Ripper match mine, you still have no evidence.

In the absence of evidence, all your accusations against me are actually not valid. "

Hopkins' tone was very calm, as if he was really an innocent person. That's why he could face Sherlock's accusations so calmly. He even thought about how to dispel Sherlock's doubts and let him focus on searching. On the real murderer.

However, Sherlock only realized something belatedly:
"Oh, so you always thought that I had no evidence.

I'm really sorry, maybe I didn't make it clear.

In fact, the evidence has always been in your own hands."

(End of this chapter)