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Conan tactically supported the frame of his glasses and explained:

"Yes, this murder was specially framed by someone!

If the deceased wrote it himself, the handwriting would be very scribbled and messy at the last moment of life.

But you see, it's very neatly written here.

It was as if someone was holding the dead man's finger and writing the name on purpose. "

Chapter 340 You are very bad old man

After listening to Conan's analysis, Holmes nodded in approval:

"Check carefully, John."

Conan felt a little embarrassed, touched the back of his head and smiled shyly.

And Holmes took this opportunity to get under the table.

Lestrade frowned and asked:

"Sherlock, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I just dropped some change here."

When he stood up, he secretly put something in his pocket.

Conan's eyes narrowed, knowing that Holmes had found evidence.

He also has the habit of going under the table to search.

All because the murderer is in a hurry and will only erase superficial evidence.

Dead corners like under the cabinet under the table are easy to ignore.

"Cough cough."

Sherlock Holmes faced the crowd and cleared his throat:

"Next, let me talk about analytical reasoning."

Lestrade stopped urging, folded his arms, and waited for the afternoon.

"Like John said, the writing in blood was too deliberate.

It can be seen that the thickness of the text strokes is comparable to the size of Earl Fox's fingertips.

Either it was left by the deceased himself, or the murderer took the hand of Earl Fox.

Before a person dies, his physical strength will be rapidly weakened, and it is impossible to write seriously.

So, this is what the murderer did.He did this, apparently to cover up.

If the murderer writes with his own fingers, the approximate proportion of height will be revealed according to the thickness of the handwriting.

There was no sign of struggle on the deceased, and it was most likely a sudden attack.

The social distance is short, and the servants are screened out in advance, indicating that the relationship between the two parties should not be exposed.

To sum up, this is a premeditated vendetta.

The murderer was an adult man, bigger in size and delicate in mind, who knew the deceased. "

"Wait," Officer Lestrade interrupted. "How do you know it's a vendetta?"

"There are seventeen stab wounds on the body of the deceased. Under normal circumstances, there is no need to stab so many knives. Only with deep hatred can you vent your anger on the body."

Lestrade nodded in agreement, feeling very reasonable.

"I see!"

The body is bigger, the relationship should not be made public, and there is a deep hatred.

These three key clues are enough to narrow down the suspects.

"Then, Sherlock, why did the murderer leave your name on the scene?"

"How do I know?"

Holmes shrugged, his handcuffed hands spread out:

"Wait until the murderer is caught, and then interrogate well."

In fact, there were some things he didn't say.

It's just speculation, no proof yet.

Drugged the servant from the murderer, stunned the servant, entered the mansion, and approached the deceased.

These plans are all perfect, without showing any flaws.

The people who planned the murders were smart enough to pay attention to the details.

But in the final execution of the killing, he suddenly fell ill.

Messy wounds, like a layman.

The inconsistent contrast makes Holmes feel abrupt.

He always felt that there was a shrewd and sophisticated black hand behind the scenes driving all this.

Not long after, police officers arrived at the scene, ready to remove the body.

After the on-site inspection was completed, everyone left Earl Fox's mansion.

Walking to the door, Holmes gave Lestrade a look.

Immediately, he tilted his head and gestured to take a step to speak.

The latter was slightly startled, and quickly followed:

"Sherlock, what do you want to do?"

Holmes looked at his old friend, pursed his lips and smiled:

"Find a way later and let me go."

"what?"

"I'm only interested in the truth, and all the credit for catching the murderer belongs to you."

Lestrade clicked his tongue, lowered the brim of his hat, and scolded sternly:

"Don't talk nonsense, get in the car!"

Conan in the distance narrowed his eyes when he saw this scene.

Several people returned to the carriage and proceeded to the London Police Station.

After leaving the Royal Mile, Lestrade suddenly pulled the reins.

The horse raised its front hooves after being fertilized, causing the police officers in the carriage to lose their balance.

Taking this opportunity, Conan and Holmes jumped out of the car and fled.

Mixed into the surrounding layers of fog, disappeared.

Seeing that his subordinates were still standing there, Lestrade urged:

"Where's Sherlock? They ran away, why don't you chase?"

The policeman lowered his head and rolled his eyes, too lazy to point it out.

You lousy old man is very bad, let people think of us as the culprit!

……

The two escaped to a secluded place under the cover of the fog.

Conan stared at Sherlock Holmes' handcuffs and asked:

"How to deal with this?"

Sherlock didn't answer, and took out the key from his pocket.

With a click, the handcuffs are opened.

Needless to say, Lestrade must have secretly stuffed it.

Sherlock Holmes moved his wrists and stared at the man in front of him:

"John, I'm a fugitive now, are you still willing to help me?"

"of course."

"Then, can I trust you?"

Conan didn't know his identity was revealed, and then replied:

"no problem."

Holmes reached into his pocket and took out a badge.

This is an object picked up under the table at the crime scene.

He aimed at the dim streetlights and looked back and forth.

This badge style is an abandoned church in South London.

Sherlock Holmes had received some requests to find someone before and had been there.

London in 1888, due to the promotion of the Industrial Revolution, the national power prospered.

The deep-rooted class system has gradually evolved into a bloated tumor.

The nobles, who account for 3% of the country's population, own more than 60% of the country's wealth.

Nobles are extravagant and enjoy high privileges.

The remaining 97% of the people, in order to compete for the remaining social resources, broke their heads.

For many people at the bottom, even the lowest living security is a problem.

There are not-for-profit facilities like small churches and orphanages.

Due to the insufficiency of living expenses, it is also decreasing year by year.