[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

The situation escalated rapidly after being reported by the news media. The deceased Hank was a well-known cartoonist with millions of fans on social networks. Two comics have been adapted into film and television works, and there are still works being serialized. This week A new volume will be released in six.

Fans who have been paying attention to Hank’s comics dynamics can’t wait for the new volume. They mourn for Hank on the Internet. Many fans spontaneously stood outside the police station, waiting for them to find out the real culprit.

This case has also attracted the attention of the media. They followed up and reported on the secret room murder case. The two suspects in the case—Winsty and the butler—are still unable to determine who is the real murderer of Hank. It was fierce, but in the hearts of the public, Wensty was more suspicious. The fact that she suddenly chose to deliver desserts was quite suspicious.

Not only the public think so, but also the police detectives of Scotland Yard. They asked Hank's parents and learned from them that the butler had never had a dispute with Hank.

The news of the son's death made the middle-aged couple weep. The wife's skin was finer and smoother than that of her peers, and she had voluptuous golden curly hair. She didn't look like she was over forty. Leaning on her husband's shoulder.The husband put his arm around his wife's shoulders. Although he was heartbroken, he could barely accept the police officer's questioning, so he answered most of the questions.

"Hank suffered from autism when he was five years old, and he has been receiving treatment from a psychiatrist... He seldom goes out, and is always bored in the studio drawing comics. He is creating a world of his own..." Said So, he couldn't bear the grief in his heart, put his head next to his wife, and began to cry in a low voice.

The family was originally happy and harmonious. The husband had a successful career, the wife was beautiful and gentle, and although the son Hank suffered from autism, he was a talented cartoonist with a bright future.

After hearing their descriptions, everyone in the police station was deeply moved and felt sorry, but Sherlock, who looked calm, seemed unreasonable at this moment.

He sat on a chair with his hands clasped in front of his nose, quietly listening to the crying of the parents of the deceased without any interruption. His eyes were closed from the very beginning, which almost made people think he was asleep.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, got up, walked out of this interrogation room, and came to another interrogation room.

Wensty is still being interrogated, she has answered the same questions many times, and the two police officers guarding her are unwilling to believe that it was just a whim that she delivered the desserts in person, and they tried to dig out from this point. reveal her motive for the murder.

Wensty heard the meaning of the digression, and couldn't help but said: "I'm sorry, officer. I want to ask, why do you keep asking such inducing questions?"

Almost every question brought a deep hole behind it, waiting for her to jump into it like a rabbit.

The two police officers did not expect her to notice this. It is generally stipulated that the questions asked of suspects must be reasonable and fair, but sometimes they are impatient to solve the case and use special methods. They were thinking about how to make a reasonable explanation. The door of the interrogation room was closed. was pushed away.

A slender figure stood at the door of the interrogation room against the backlight.

"You come with me."

Winsty noticed that his gaze was on her side, so she asked, "Are you talking about me?"

"Correct."

It's not Wensty's turn to decide this matter.

"She is a criminal suspect, you can't take it away." The police officer stood up and stopped him.

Winsty didn't move.

Sherlock frowned at her: "Why don't you get up?"

Although she doesn't know where Sherlock Holmes is going to take her, but rather than staying in the ghostly place of the interrogation room, Wensty would rather follow him, but now that she is a criminal suspect, he will take her away, no Just do whatever you want.

But it didn't take long for her to actually sit in a taxi with Sherlock with a calm face beside her.

The driver asked, "Where are you going?"

Sherlock reported an address, which was the home of the deceased.

Who the hell is he to make the sheriff agree to his request so easily? Although she is not the real culprit who killed Hank, she is still a criminal suspect after all. Are you not afraid that she will escape in the middle?

When Wensty was thinking about something, her eyes liked to stare at one point, and that point was like a whirlpool, which could involve all her thoughts, and she was rarely aware of it, so she didn't notice that she was staring at Xia the whole time. Rock Holmes watch.

Sherlock felt her gaze: "Don't think about escaping, you can't do it."

Winston felt that Sherlock Holmes had the ability to read minds, otherwise why would he be able to guess what she was thinking?

"A police car is following behind. There must be someone watching your every move with binoculars."

Winsty looked back through the window, and sure enough, there was a police car following the taxi as he said, which was the biggest concession Sheriff Lestrade made.

"Why don't we just go in the police car?" Wensty asked.

"Because I don't like riding in police cars."

Wen Sidi was also convinced by his reason.

The distance between Wensty and Sherlock was only a few tens of centimeters, with the corner of his windbreaker in the middle. It looked very valuable. He was sitting upright, with his handsome side face falling into her line of sight.

When the police officer interrogated her just now, he asked, "Do you have no motive for killing?"

Sherlock Holmes was sitting opposite her at that time, silent.

Winsty replied, "No."

Eyes glanced at him unconsciously.

She came here to kill people, and the target was sitting opposite her... Now it's beside her... He seemed defenseless, and if he made a move now, the probability of success would be very high.

There was a drum beating in Winsty's heart.

When Sherlock said that he would take her away, the police officer was very reluctant, but he said: "She is not a murderer."

I don't know how he came to the conclusion, but he is the only one in such a large police station who believes that she is not the murderer, and everyone else is trying to equate her with the word murderer.

If she killed him, it would be revenge.

Wensti hesitated, and before he hesitated for long, the destination was reached.She and Sherlock got out of the car first, and the police detectives who followed all the way got out of the car last.

The bungalow outside the villa is Hank's studio, which is now blocked by the police station and will not be unblocked until the truth is revealed.

The policeman who followed along was Anderson, who clearly disliked each other, and couldn't understand why Lestrade asked him to follow Sherlock.

Anderson originally wanted to follow Sherlock into the crime scene, but was replied: "Your existence will only affect my thinking."

Winsty gave him a sympathetic look.

Anderson was already used to the rhetoric of Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock had always been used to handling cases by himself, and whoever followed him would be dismissed by him with various rhetoric.

In the end, only Sherlock and Winsty walked into Hank's studio, and Anderson, who would not admit defeat easily, put a pair of handcuffs on their hands, saying: "Prevent the suspect from escaping."

Wensty was speechless. He was guarding outside in full armor, and she was running away. Her protective spell couldn't stop Zi Gongdan, and there was no other door for her to escape.

What Anderson ended up with were two big white eyes.

After entering the door, Sherlock's eyes automatically turned on the scanning mode, and Wensty's eyes stayed on that door all the time.

This is an ordinary door, how could her unlocking spell be ineffective?Winsty wanted to close the door and try to open it again, but she was handcuffed to Sherlock now, and opening the door would definitely arouse his suspicion.

And Sherlock's brain has recorded the whole picture of this house: there are countless comic manuscripts on the table, picture frames are hung on the walls, the whole room is only messy on the table, and other places are very tidy.

He turned around, put the shackled hand on Wensti's shoulder, looked her in the eyes: "I need you..."

what? !

Which one is this singing?

If she had it, she would have taken a video camera to record Wensty's expression at the moment. She seemed to have experienced the panic of being thrown a dart at birth again, but this time her emotions were not exactly the same as last time, and she was a little afraid Look into Sherlock's eyes: "What did you... say?"

"Recalling the difference between today and last night, although you can't guarantee that you can remember it completely, after all, human brain capacity is limited, but you have to try your best to remember. Why are your ears red, are you hot?"

"No, I'm not hot."

Winsty avoided his probing eyes and began to recall the difference between last night and today.

When she just woke up yesterday, it was already pitch black here, and all the layouts in the room were hidden under the darkness. When people's vision is not so sensitive, their sense of smell will be particularly sensitive, especially for Wensty. I remember the strange smell last night, but it disappeared today.

Sherlock had been flipping through the manuscript Hank had left on the table while she was remembering.

Winsty tells Sherlock what she has found.

Strange smell... Sherlock memorized the information.

"anything else?"

"Nothing."

"You opened your lips slightly just now, but you closed them quickly, and pursed your lips. You still haven't finished speaking, and your hesitant attitude shows that you are not sure about this matter, so what is this matter?"

Winsty: ...

It was not the first time that the activities in her heart were easily seen through by him. She really wanted to go back and ask the elder to find a robot with no expression to kill him, otherwise he would see her true purpose one day.

Sherlock was waiting for her answer.

"I think," Wenstie felt that Sherlock Holmes would laugh at her after she finished her sentence, but she continued, "There is more than one door here."

The basis for Wensty's judgment is that her unlocking spell must be able to open the existing door, but she couldn't open the door last night, so there must be another door, but where is there any trace of another door? ?

All right, just treat her as nonsense and let her lie down and laugh at her.

But unexpectedly, Sherlock didn't smile, his expression seemed to be thinking about her words seriously.