No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Seeing that Yuan Tai and others were greatly surprised, he explained:

"If he was on a mission to catch Jack the Ripper, he'd be out these days.

Can be active near the central square recently, indicating another task.

But he didn't look for us, and we can't be sure whether it's an enemy or a friend for the time being, so I suggest not to act rashly. "

Mitsuhiko spread his hands, quite dissatisfied:

"If you don't ask Mr. Suzuki for help, seven days are almost up."

"I know."

Conan's face was sullen, and there was an unspoken insistence in his heart.

If Sherlock Holmes didn't solve the case for a few days, Suzuki Qiaoqiao did.

Does it not prove that he is stronger than his idol?

"Wait a little longer, tomorrow you and Xiaolan will observe for the last day.

If I haven't made a breakthrough here, I'll take the initiative to contact him for help. "

Conan suspects that Haibara Ai is Moriarty, but suffers from no evidence.

If the guess is true, Suzuki Qiaoqiao is doing things for his girlfriend.

What does he want to do when he goes to the central square today?

Is it a task related to politics?

According to Mao Lilan's feedback, Conan knew the whereabouts of the rich second generation such as Zhuxing Hideki.

Because of eating Bawang meal, I washed dishes at the restaurant to pay off the debt.

Like Suzuki Qiaoqiao, he has no idea of ​​spending money to get people.

This group of rich second-generation should receive a good labor education and correct their position.

……

The sixth day, ten o'clock in the evening.

Sherlock Holmes sat in the corner of the tavern, drinking two cups to warm his stomach.

He suspected that John Watson, who he shared with him, was pretending to be someone else.

But Holmes made an excuse to touch it, and the other party did not wear a human skin mask.

In that case, why is there such a big contrast between before and after John?

"Yo, Sherlock, you're still here."

Mrs. Hudson, the landlord, took Conan to the table:

"He just analyzed it and said you were here. I didn't believe it, so I came over to confirm with him."

There are some things that Sherlock Holmes can't say to his face, he deliberately jokes:

"Why, are you so boring? Take me as a bet?"

"Hey, how dare you say I'm boring."

Mrs. Hudson folded her hands and complained:

"You spend the whole day in the room in a daze, aren't you more boring than me?"

Holmes humiliated himself and lowered his head to drink.

Less than 2 minutes later, Officer Lestrade led his subordinates into the tavern.

He looked around and walked straight here:

"I'm very sorry for disturbing Yaxing, who is drinking."

Mrs Hudson smiled and raised her glass:

"Yo, isn't that Inspector Lestrade? What kind of wind brought you here today?"

"The landlady, he came to see me."

Holmes turned around and took over with a smile:

"Only if there is a case that the police can't solve, they will look for me as a criminal investigation consultant."

Lestrade looked serious, and stretched his right hand into his arms:

"Sherlock, I came to you today for two things."

After speaking, he took out a letter and handed it over.

Before taking it, Holmes speculated:

"Is it the announcement letter from Jack the Ripper?"

"Yes."

This criminal investigation consultant can always find clues from tiny details.

Lestrade has long been surprised by this.

Holmes opened the envelope and glanced quickly.

The above details how Jack the Ripper killed the pheasant, and the full modus operandi is published.

At the end of the letter, it was also announced that the crime would be committed again within two days, which was very provocative.

"What's one more thing?"

He speculated that the possibility of the disappearance of Earl Edward's son was low.

"At nine o'clock tonight, Earl Fox was assassinated. Your name was written with blood at the scene."

Sherlock Holmes was startled, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Actually, I don't want to do it either, but it's the rules."

Lestrade grinned bitterly, his tone full of apology:

"Sherlock Holmes, I am now arresting you on suspicion of murdering Earl Fox."

The police handcuffed him and prepared to escort him back to the police station.

Conan was startled and immediately blocked his way out:

"Officer, Sherlock doesn't have time to commit crimes. There are many people in the tavern who can testify."

"Enough, John, can't you see?"

Seeing him defending himself, Holmes sneered:

"He has a little ink on his left earlobe, and his whole body is black. It's a high-end product. This is the mark of being slapped in the face by the leader and not wiped clean. You police officers are also true, arresting people based on their names."

"You're right, Sherlock."

Lestrade wiped the ink off his earlobe and admitted:

"The disappearance of Earl Edward's eldest son, coupled with the death of Earl Fox, made the upper echelons think that this was a murder case against the nobles, and ordered the result to be given as soon as possible. The rules are like this, I have no other choice."

When Conan heard the words, he instantly understood.

The superiors put pressure on the subordinates, and they need to find someone to take the blame.

"Oh, can rules solve all problems?"

Lestrade tightened his eyes, not daring to make eye contact with the other party:

"Let's go, go to jail first. If the murderer can be caught, I will definitely clear your name."

Holmes did not listen to these polite words:

"Come on, Lestrade. I don't care what people think. You really think I did it?"

Officer Lestrade frowned slightly and did not answer directly:

"I...have to abide by the rules."

The subtext is that I believe you are innocent, but you still have to follow the process.

"Lestrade, don't send me to jail, go straight to the crime scene."

"What do you mean?"

Holmes grinned and smiled:

"I admit this homicide. According to the rules, shouldn't the suspect be brought to the scene to confirm?"

……

Chapter 339 Don't Open the Door!

"Sherlock, I don't understand, why are you doing this?"

Lestrade looked at Sherlock Holmes in astonishment, looking very surprised.

He grabbed the other's collar, trying to remind him of the seriousness of the matter:

"If you sign the confession and fail to catch the murderer in the future, you will be convicted of this crime."

"I know."

Sherlock Holmes pressed down with both hands and instantly broke free:

"Please, this is a challenge that others have challenged me. Detective detective is the exploration of the truth. If I choose to escape, how can I be worthy of the title of detective?"

Conan opened his mouth slightly, staring blankly at the idol.

At that moment, he felt that Sherlock Holmes was glowing.

……

The sixth day, at night, at [-]:[-].

London, Chelsea, York Street.