I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"Click~"

Watson opened the door and came to the living room.

Sherlock had come back early, lying on the sofa on one side, and on his side was a suitcase.

The suitcase is not big, just a small one, but it has been opened. There are a lot of clothes and a lot of paper documents inside.

Sherlock seemed not to notice his arrival at all, and just looked at the piece of paper in his hand silently.

He walked to Sherlock with his cane and knocked on the box with his hand.

"what is this?"

"That poor mechanical engineer's box." Sherlock said without looking back.

He looked at Watson's doubtful eyes and raised his eyebrows.

"I killed him and then took his box."

Watson looked at Sherlock speechlessly.

"Don't you believe it?" Sherlock smiled, "This is very logical."

"Where did you find this thing?" Watson asked curiously.

"The murderer must have personally driven him to Lauriston Gardens. If the suitcase was in the car, the murderer would have been able to get his suitcase. No murderer would carry the victim's belongings with him all the time. Once he finds out that he has the victim in his hands, If the person’s belongings belong to him, he will definitely get rid of them if he has no choice.”

Sherlock looked at Watson, "I bet it won't take him five minutes to realize this was a mistake."

“I checked every back street within a five-minute drive of Lauriston Gardens where a large item would be unobtrusive and I found it in less than an hour.”

"How are you sure this is his box?"

Sherlock handed the paper in his hand to Peanut.

Watson took the piece of paper and looked at it. Although he didn't know much about mechas, he could still see that those drawings were all about mechas, as well as some incomprehensible parameters.

"The victim was invited by the government. As I said before, he is not a very refined person, so he should not bring too many clothes. Generally speaking, the suitcase should contain some document.

Because they are some important documents, they need to be carried with you. "

"I'm a little curious," Watson said, "How did you know the murderer's appearance?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Sherlock said in surprise.

"Only you think so."

Sherlock looked shocked, "I remember you also read my deduction method. As long as you understand a little bit of logic, it should be easy to deduce it. What exactly is in your head? It must be boring, right?"

Watson pursed his lips, obviously very speechless, but still sat on the sofa on one side and waited for his answer.

"As soon as I got there, I noticed a few scarab car marks on the sidewalk." He said, "Until last night, it had not rained for a whole week, so it must have been last night before the marks were left. Such deep marks. In addition, there are also marks from the Scarab's mechanical feet. Some are deeper, while others are shallower. It is obvious that the difference is due to repairs.

This kind of car is very unique. It has eight legs. Nowadays, few people ride on this kind of car because it is very bumpy. And until morning, not a single Scarab had been on that street, Gregson told me.

So there is a high probability that it was the car that transported those two people. "

"It seems relatively simple." Watson nodded, "What about height?"

"A person's height can be calculated based on his step length. Although it doesn't seem complicated, I won't bother you with numbers. I measured the guy's steps from the mud outside the house and the dust inside the house. long.

There is another way to check the results. When a person writes on a wall, he or she will instinctively write at eye level. He wrote the words more than 1.8 meters above the ground. This is almost common sense.

And his age. If a person can cross 1.3 meters without any effort, he will definitely not be a skinny old man with a sallow complexion. The pool of water on the garden path was only so wide, and he obviously stepped across it.

People wearing patent leather boots walked around, but people wearing square-toed boots jumped over. There is nothing mysterious here. "

He looked at Watson, "Do you still want me to explain about nails and cigars?"

Before Watson could answer, he interrupted Watson.

"Although I am very interested in explaining this to you, what I want to say now is another thing.

While looking for this thing, I found a patrol policeman who was on duty at ten o'clock in the evening and six o'clock in the morning. "

"Is it just the right time to commit the murder?"

"He was indeed the first person to discover the body." Sherlock said.

Watson opened his eyes wide, "Did he see the murderer?"

"No, but there was indeed an alcoholic on the street at that time. What do you think this alcoholic looked like?"

Watson seemed to have thought of something, "A middle-aged man with a red face who is over 1.8 meters tall?"

Sherlock curled his lips.

Watson stood up excitedly, "He's right there! They missed such a good opportunity!"

Sherlock shrugged, "You can't expect everyone's skull to be filled with brains. More often than not, they are actually human tissues that are said to be brains."

Watson asked doubtfully, "He was there when the body was found?"

"Did you notice something was wrong?" An imperceptible smile appeared on Sherlock's face.

"So, he has left, but why does he come back again?" Watson asked doubtfully.

"Perhaps something belonging to him fell there." Sherlock said.

"Things that belong to him?" Watson said doubtfully, "But there's nothing there."

"Yes." Sherlock murmured in a low voice. He stared at the suitcase in front of him, "Tell me, where will this thing fall?"

Watson followed his gaze to the suitcase.

"Have you noticed that there is something in this that does not belong to him?" Sherlock continued.

Watson squatted down and began to rummage in the suitcase, but after searching around, he found nothing wrong.

"I can't find it."

"Of course you can't find it, because I have the thing here." Sherlock opened his hand, revealing the ring in his palm.

Watson's expression suddenly froze, "You still want me to find the things you have here?"

"I just wanted to see when you would find it." Sherlock looked at the scattered things in the box, "You really searched carefully enough."

Watson took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said, "What is that?"

"Ring." Sherlock murmured softly, "a women's ring."

"So the murderer is a woman?"

"Your brain is really single-threaded." Sherlock complained, "Have you ever seen a red-faced woman over 1.8 meters tall and tall?"

Watson shrugged, "Who knows, the human body is always wonderful."