big devil holmes

Chapter 318 The former "Imperial Code"

"On my own hands?"

This time, Hopkins really didn't follow Sherlock's train of thought. He even looked at his own hands. Of course, at this time, his hands were holding the steering wheel.

"It's definitely not the steering wheel." At this time, Sherlock even said jokingly: "It's the file I gave you."

"file?"

"Yes, three days ago, Captain Gregson found the third deceased, that is, the stage actor who was hiding alone. So can you repeat, where is the crime scene?"

"In an apartment building in the slums of downtown."

Hopkins frowned. He seemed to sense something was wrong in the other person's tone, but he had always said that, and it was naturally impossible to change it temporarily. Besides, he didn't understand that he was like this. Where does the feeling that something is wrong come from.

"Oh, I guess you also noticed that something is wrong. Then you might as well take a look at the case yourself."

Hopkins reached out his hand in confusion and pulled out the last case record from the pile of case files placed on the passenger seat.

The entire team has been moved from the villa, so naturally these documents related to the case need to be taken away.

He is still driving. Fortunately, as a third-level contractor, he can still do this level of multitasking. So, while controlling the steering wheel, he took out the case from the document bag. Then I flipped through it hastily.

And when I saw the column where the murder occurred,
At this moment, he was stunned.

All the muscles in his body twitched subconsciously, and a certain nerve in his brain suddenly spasmed, seemingly causing bursts of hissing pain.

Because on the crime report, the address of the murder scene was written as an unfinished building facing the street at No. 113, Uptown, London!

Hopkins was in a daze at this moment, and he seemed a little confused.

In fact, it is very dangerous for a driver to show such a confused state at this time. Fortunately, there is no one on the road at this time, and he is always walking in a straight line.

Therefore, Hopkins drove forward silently, as if his whole body had turned into a sculpture.

But Sherlock didn't seem to want to give him any chance to relax, and continued to ask ruthlessly:

"It seems that you didn't read the case report carefully. Why don't you care about this case even though you have always been very attentive to the case?
And, Mr. Hopkins, why have you been saying from the beginning that the deceased died in an apartment in a slum in Lower London? "

"." Hopkins could not answer this question and could only remain silent.

"What, are you still a little unresponsive? Well, let me answer it for you.
Because, before Captain Gregson found the deceased, you had already found the hiding place of the deceased. You knew the cause and condition of the deceased's death. You thought you had seen the scene. Of course, you didn't need to bother reading the words. description on.

However, the crime scene you saw was in an apartment building in Lower London. "

Sherlock helped the other person answer very considerately:
"If I could make it clearer.
That is, you actually discovered the hiding place of the banker the day before he died. At that time, you wanted to kill the banker, but you found that the other person was once again inexplicably preempted by another person. Killed.

Moreover, the method of killing was to nail him behind the door. However, the door was open at that time and there was no secret room.Oh, what I said is not very accurate, because at that time, the beautiful woman was not dead yet. The iron nail on her chest penetrated her stomach, and a large amount of gastric acid penetrated into the chest cavity, accompanied by constant hemothorax and respiratory tract compression. Suffocation, pain, and painful suffering from the acidic burning of gastric juice and bile.

Of course, you didn't save her, but you thought that the person who tortured and killed her might not have gone too far, so you let the beautiful lady continue to suffer misery, and then left on your own, trying to find out if you could find her. The guy who keeps killing people before you do, I want to ask him why he does it.

Therefore, a few days later, when Gregson found the body of the deceased and described the death of the deceased to you, you would inevitably assume that the deceased was still in that slum apartment.
But you never expected that, in fact, the day after you left, I rented a carriage, drove it myself, and carried the body of the deceased all the way to an unfinished building in the upper city, and resumed the The previous technique recreated the entire scene again. "

Shylock spoke this paragraph so fast that Nightingale could not keep up with him.

In fact, if it were someone else listening, even if they could keep up with the speaking speed, their mind would be filled with questions. Who would drag the body after killing someone, move to another place, and then simulate the murder scene again?

However, it was this inertial blind spot in thinking that made Hopkins dig a big hole for himself that he could not climb out of.

"Do you still remember how Lestrade found the hiding place of the deceased?" Sherlock said: "At that time, he said that he had found a merchant who bought demon sedatives, and then said that that person happened to have seen the stage play performed by the deceased. So I was deeply impressed by him, so I followed the delivery route and found the location of the deceased.

In fact, the owner of Demon Tranquilizer did not know the deceased at all. He had never seen a stage play in his life.

I paid 5 pounds in advance to let him say this, so that Lestrade could find the deceased at the right time."

Sherlock finished.

But Hopkins didn't respond. He still drove very steadily.

Sherlock didn't urge him, he just lowered his eyes slightly and slowly licked something in his mouth. He must have developed some craving for cigarettes, but in this closed carriage, there was Miss Nightingale sitting next to him. He could only give up the idea of ​​smoking.

In other words, a guy like him who has no qualities is still very considerate of other people's feelings when it comes to matters related to smoking.
"Actually, a year ago, I was still a judge who regarded the "Imperial Code" as the most sacred thing in the world."

Hopkins suddenly said:

"I once swore to the Holy Light that I would respect the laws of the Empire throughout my life and would never violate the laws of the Empire. At that time, I could memorize every word of every page and line of the entire code clearly.

I thought I would always be like that.
Until you give me the evidence of Augustine's involvement in the massacre of the citizens of London.

I gradually discovered that the "Imperial Code" was not what I thought.

Do you still remember that during that time, I and everyone in the third division of the Tribunal where I was working were examined. We were collectively escorted to a church and locked up for a whole month without ever stepping out of the church door. .

Then I heard about a man who rushed into the ancient Roman city like a madman.

I knew that person was you, and at that time, I thought you were a complete lunatic.

But
I found that I really envy you."

(End of this chapter)