I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 44 Brother and sister?Orthopedic siblings!
Facing the female detective's invitation, Watson bluntly refused.

"Sorry, I'm still used to living alone."

His gaze seems to be involuntarily fixed on the lame and injured arm, giving the impression that although he is physically and mentally strong, he still has a strong sense of self-esteem, and he is unwilling to rely on others or accept help from handouts.

Charlotte nodded, "I understand, then you should be careful."

"By the way, the Assassin of the Shining Blade Order who attacked at night before, although he is now lying in the mortuary of Scotland Yard... But it may be a useful clue, should we investigate his behavior?"

"It's also a direction to track down. Do you remember his appearance?"

"I remember."

Of course Watson remembered that in the past...or another future, he had received various trainings due to work needs, including how to memorize efficiently and quickly.

In fact, most mortals in the mundane world are unable to recall a specific face. Even the most familiar people they get along with day and night have vague and hazy impressions in their minds... because their brains are receiving visual information At the time, only the most distinctive features were kept, and the rest of the tiny details were ignored.

This is actually a high-efficiency method for the brain. It does not need to record too many details, and only relying on some features is enough to recognize the other person's face and identify the corresponding information when they meet next time.

But for Watson, who is professionally trained and possesses the excellent observation ability bestowed by moths, even if it is just the facial details of the subjects he has only briefly touched, he can recall it as easily as walking into a room and opening a drawer to take out a photo.

Watson said:

"It was a young man at 23, with thick black eyebrows straight down at the end, a pair of slender triangular eyes gleaming with cunning, and a wide and long mustache like a broad knife on his lips, with specific facial features It is—"

He compared the size and distance in his mind, and said in a quite sure tone:

"Approximately 9 inches from forehead hairline to chin, approximately 1.7 inches wide of chin, and approximately 6 inches from ear to ear."

"The inner corner of the eye is about 70 degrees, the outer corner is about 55 degrees, and the eyes are about 1.5 inches long and 0.8 inches wide."

"The nose is about 3 inches long, the wings are about 1.3 inches wide, and the corners of the nose and mouth are about 90 degrees."

"The lips are about 2 inches wide, the upper lip is about a grain thick (0.33 inches), and the lower lip is thinner."

Holmes had already taken out the drawing paper and pencil, and when she heard the first sentence, she had already started to draw a simple grid line.

Although she is not good at Impression, Beast, Dada and other painting genres that focus on inner expression, she pays special attention to realistic painting methods. The portraits under her brush strokes are highly replicas of real scenes, just like accurate photos. It is also a skill that serves for detectives.

"No, the downward angle of the tail of the eyebrows is greater, reaching nearly 120 degrees, and the length of the tails of the eyebrows is also shorter and sharper..."

Watson guided the adjustment details from the side, pointing his fingers on the drawing paper, "The bridge of the nose should be a little higher, and the lower part of the nose should be wider, to this position."

Not long after, with the joint efforts of the two, a sketch portrait as accurate as portrait photography came out.

If Victor Feuerbach was still alive, he would have exclaimed when he saw this portrait, who secretly took my picture while I was not paying attention? !

Holmes took a long breath and blew away the pencil shavings on the paper, "Are you sure you don't need to revise?"

"Well, it's ok, this is already [-] to [-]% similar."

"Okay, let's go to Scotland Yard now and ask Grayson and the other police officers to check it out and see if we can recognize this face." Holmes suddenly smiled and said, "Grayson always looks down on our private detectives, and now I Take the badge of the anti-suppression bureau to dispatch and order them, I want to see how he looks."

The female detective and her assistant get into Victor's carriage and head to Scotland Yard to investigate another Victor.

Scotland Yard is not actually located in Scotland, nor is it responsible for the policing of Scotland, it is so named only because it is said to be built on the site of an old Scottish royal palace.

Baker Street was not too far from Scotland Yard, only about three miles away, and they arrived at their destination soon.

It was the time when Scotland Yard's day shift alternated with the night shift, and officers wearing Prussian army helmets came and went.

As soon as Holmes arrived at the door, he rushed in. The police officers who came and went seemed to have heard of the name of the Holmes detective, and they all took the initiative to avoid a passage.

When Watson walked in slowly with a cane, the female detective had already finished negotiating with the haggard-looking Grayson, and his expression seemed extremely reluctant.

Grayson shyly walked to the center of the hall.

"Cough-cough-"

He cleared his throat, held up the portrait of Victor Feuerbach and shouted into the crowded hall:

"Everyone! Please come and see if you have seen this face in the blocks under your respective jurisdiction."

Grayson's words seem to have some appeal in Scotland Yard. Hearing his voice, faces that were either tired, haggard, or spirited looked over.

"Who is this kid? It doesn't look like a good person."

"I haven't seen it before, it looks very face-to-face."

"Grayson, at least tell me about the scope of your activities!"

The hall of Scotland Yard suddenly became noisy, talking and whispering among each other, but Watson noticed that a police officer who had just returned from night duty in the crowd was yawning and staring sleepily, looking at the portrait as if Thoughtful, it seems to be identifying.

The policeman didn't seem to see clearly, he squeezed through the crowd and took a few steps closer, staring at the portrait in Detective Grayson's hand with his bloodshot eyes wide open.

He stretched out his hand and shouted: "Mr. Grayson, I once saw this man in the neighborhood I was in charge of—Victor Feuerbach. His family of three lived near Victoria Park."

The female detective asked before Grayson could speak, "Do you know the exact address?"

The policeman shook his head, "I can't remember the exact address, but it's probably on Jodrell Street."

"Very well, thank you very much."

The female detective thanked her slightly, then grabbed the portrait that Grayson was still holding and walked out the door. The crowded crowd once again made way for her.

Jodrell Street was a little far from Scotland Yard, and the road was gradually congested, so the carriage could not run at full speed, and it was already noon when they arrived at their destination.

Charlotte got out of the car and stopped an aunt who was carrying a vegetable basket as if she was about to go home to cook and asked for the address of the Feuerbach family. Maybe she saw this beautiful lady coming from a high-end carriage engraved with the coat of arms of the nobles. Now, the aunt can be said to know everything and talk endlessly, and she even confides the specific situation of the Feuerbach family of three.

"Are you looking for little Victor from Feuerbach's family? I heard that he hasn't come home for several days. Old Feuerbach is so angry that he loses his temper every night at home, saying that he will wait for little Victor to come back. I must break his leg."

"His younger sister, Little Rose, has also been anxiously running around to inquire about her brother these past few days. I have seen tears on her face that have not been wiped off several times..."

The female detective showed a polite yet elegant smile, "Then do you know where their home is?"

"Yes, it's right there."

The vegetable basket lady pointed to a dilapidated log cabin not far away. Yellow weeds were sparsely growing in the courtyard. More than half of the white paint of the log cabin had peeled off, revealing the original color of the log like a scar.
The female detective thanked her and walked over with her assistant. They stepped into the courtyard where the fence was half collapsed and knocked on the door lightly.

dong dong dong-

After three beeps, the door opened.

The door was opened by a young girl in her prime. Her complexion was a bit haggard. She had short shoulder-length hair and flat bangs on her forehead covered half of her raised, curved eyebrows. Her eyebrows and eyes were almost exactly the same as Victor's. Zhang Cherry's small mouth was pale and bloodless, and it seemed to be the target's younger sister Rose.

Rose looked at the fashionable and beautiful lady in front of her, wondering if she had found the wrong door, and asked suspiciously:
"Ma'am, who are you looking for?"

　Today, I will sort out the details a little bit, thinking about how to give William a face...

　　Try to restore double update later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)