No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

"No problem, please come with me."

The room behind Wallace is divided into two parts.

The outermost is the stable, where seven or eight brown-furred horses flutter their tails, bury their heads from time to time, and eat the forage in the trough.

It should be cleaned very well at ordinary times, and the smell of feces is very light.

Across the stables is a hut made of bricks, which looks very rudimentary.

Wallace pushed in the door and brought the two to the bedroom.

A ten-year-old boy was lying on the bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

Seeing his son's tragic condition, Wallace was a little sad and explained.

"A month ago, he was found dumped in the garbage dump in the west of the city. I spent all my family savings and asked a doctor for treatment, but unfortunately nothing improved. According to medical terms, they said that the child was already in a vegetative state, and the chances of recovery were Slim, and persuaded me to give up and give him a happy..."

Wallace's tone was choked and he couldn't speak anymore.

Looking at the boy who was about the same age as his son, Blake had red eyes.

He stared at the boy's bruised arm, which was resting on the outside of the quilt.

At that moment, Blake's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

Thinking of his son, he may have the same experience with this boy.The tears in his eyes couldn't hold back any longer, and they poured out.

Perhaps death is the best destination.

A person as lively and active as Bell would definitely not want to lie in bed all his life.

As the saying goes, men don't cry easily.

The sense of confusion that he was unable to deal with when he learned that his relatives had been killed was enough to defeat a strong man.

Crying is contagious.

Imagining the torment of his son, Wallace's eyes were red and tears could not stop flowing.

Two big men in their 40s and [-]s hugged each other and cried in a small room.

After Wallace's tears dried up and his mood gradually stabilized, Suzuki Qiaoqiao introduced the purpose of the trip.

"Would you like to participate?"

Wallace was prostrate on the ground, as if to kneel.

"I do, my lord."

Seeing this, Suzuki Qiaoqiao quickly reached out to help:

"Don't, don't, it's not okay."

"Sir, you have given me a chance for revenge. This is the greatest kindness. Judging from your clothes, you should not be an ordinary person. It stands to reason that you should collude with those nobles, rather than speak up for the common people like us. . You are willing to take the risk to do this kind of thing, and it is worth my worship."

"Don't be like this. If you really want to thank me, just listen to me. Maybe there is a way to make everyone not take the blame."

Wallace and Blake were shocked when they heard this.

They were ready to die, but did not expect to have a chance to escape the law.

"Let's go, go to the next one. If it's convenient for you, you can come forward in my place."

In this crime, Suzuki Qiaoqiao wants to find seven victims of different occupations to help.

Baron Adams died of sudden sexual death last night, according to the newspapers published in the morning.

Police visited the scene and found nothing unusual.

He is a pragmatist, and as long as it is easy to use in a collective crime, he will continue to use it.

Until Sherlock Holmes found the clue...

Chapter 328 Two-Wire Operation

Last night, Conan led Maurilan, Genta, Ayumi and Mitsuhiko back to Baker Street.

Leave Zhuxing Hideki's gang of rich second-generation small groups at the police station.

Seeing that it was late, everyone spent the night in Watson's room.

As a result, I woke up this morning and found that Holmes was gone!

No note was left, and no message was left.

He left without a word, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

"Hey, what about the others?"

Conan did not answer and entered Sherlock Holmes's room.

He came to the bed and touched the quilt, realizing that it was cold inside.

It means that Sherlock Holmes has been away from here for some time.

Mitsuhiko didn't find anyone, and was a little anxious:

"Where's the Sherlock Holmes? Shouldn't it be out for a morning run?"

Conan shook his head and offered his personal opinion:

"He should have left last night while everyone was asleep. But it's not clear where he went."

The disappearance of the biggest foreign aid left Mao Lilan at a loss:

"Conan, where are we going next?"

"I don't know, first go to the London Police Station to find out the situation."

Mitsuhiko was thoughtful and asked:

"What if Holmes goes out and comes back later? I remember the way to the police station, so I might as well stay here and wait. If he comes back, I can go to the police station and let you know."

Conan nodded, feeling reasonable:

"Yuantai, Ayumi, you all stay here too. The three of you can still take care of each other when they are together."

It is enough to have Maorilan alone to assist, and there is no need to bring these children with bad things.

"Ok."

Ayumi knew she couldn't help much, so she chose to stay:

"Conan, you must pay attention to safety."

"Yes, let's go, Miss Lan."

……

Following the memory of yesterday, the two asked passersby for directions, and finally came to the London Police Station.

Lestrade was sitting in the office with a very ugly face.

There was so much noise last night, but Jack the Ripper was still not found.

The face of the police will be thrown away by themselves.

When the boss puts pressure on Lestrade, he can only distribute the pressure to his subordinates.

"John."

Seeing Conan, Lestrade sat up straight:

"What about Sherlock, why didn't you see him?"

Mentioning Sherlock Holmes, Conan sighed, very helpless:

"He was at home last night and didn't know where he went this morning."

At the end, he raised his head and added:

"Officer, can I see the body of last night's victim?"

Lestrade tilted his head, feeling a little anxious:

"In the underground morgue at the police station, go see it for yourself. I'm still busy, so I won't take you there."

"Ok, no problem."

Conan didn't stay long, and left with Maurilan.

Unfamiliar with the road conditions, he asked the police to lead the way to the morgue.

Pushing open the pale door, a familiar figure came into view.

Sherlock Holmes.

After working for a long time, I came here.

Thinking about it carefully, it is unexpected and reasonable.

Sherlock should be very interested in the case after hearing about Jack the Ripper's murder.

He is more persistent than Conan in solving the truth of the mystery.

It is not surprising to sneak into the morgue.

Mao Lilan was a little surprised and asked:

"Mr. Holmes, why are you here?"

"Didn't I leave a reminder in the room? Didn't you see it, John?"

Conan twitched the corners of his mouth, he really didn't see this.

I can only laugh twice and change the subject:

"Sherlock, how's the corpse investigation going?"

Sherlock Holmes shrugged and pointed to the female corpse beside him:

"The deceased was stabbed more than 30 times, and his stomach has been stabbed to pieces. There are no obvious strangulation marks on his hands, and no signs of struggle can be found on his body. It shows that Jack the Ripper's crime method is to take advantage of others. Sharp, judging from the incision, the murder weapon should be a short knife like a scalpel."