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

When Wensty and Sherlock returned to the police station, Lestrade came up to them and walked beside them.

"Did everyone bring it?"

"I've brought them all, and there's a lot of them. According to your request, let them stay in different rooms."

Winsty felt that Sherlock was particularly like the big shot in the movie, one sentence was worth ten sentences.

"Shall the interrogation begin?" Lestrade asked.

"Not yet," Sherlock raised the hands handcuffed with Winsty, "Anthony needs to untie this thing."

Anderson, who was called the wrong name again, rolled his eyes, took out the key and released the handcuffs on Wensty and Sherlock's hands, and a red ring was drawn on their wrists.

Before the real culprit was found out, Wensty still couldn't clear her suspicions and would still be detained as a suspect. Two police officers came over and took her to the interrogation room.

Wensti felt very at ease in her heart. Before she left, she glanced at Sherlock. The man who was handcuffed to her just now was listening carefully to Lestrade's introduction of the basic situation of the witness, and left her a focused side. Face, she believed that he would be able to prove her innocence.

Along with this trust comes gratitude, and behind gratitude comes a very tricky thing.

Sherlock proved her innocence, how did she harden her heart to kill her benefactor?

"Who will be interrogated first?" Lestrade asked, and Sherlock specified in the message that he asked Hank's tutor and driver to come over, saying that they were the key people in the case.

"Governor," said Sherlock.

Because the deceased suffered from autism, it was difficult to communicate and communicate with others, so his personal education was done at home, and his parents found him a tutor.

The tutor Alan was still very young, wearing a pair of well-regulated black-rimmed glasses and a snow-white shirt. When Sherlock and the police officers walked in, he was pulling out the barb on his hand.

The inquiry begins.

"We have some questions we want to ask you."

Sherlock gave the full frontal view to Lestrade and the Scotland Yard officer, while he sat on the left.

Allen looked a little nervous: "Okay, I will cooperate with the police to find the murderer."

"How long have you taught Hank?"

"It's been over a month."

"What do you think Hank is like?"

"He is a very bright student, and he knows a lot of knowledge at one point."

"Have you had much contact with the housekeeper Donna?"

"I leave after class every day, and I don't have much contact with her."

The police officer threw out questions one after another, and Allen answered them in an orderly manner. The questions were all about how he viewed the relationship between the deceased and the suspect. Sherlock saw his state change from nervous to slow. Slow turns into easy.

Lestrade really didn't understand why the tutor Allen was listed as the key person in the case. He left after class every day and didn't have much contact with the housekeeper, one of the suspects. What clues can he get by calling over?

When Lestrade was asking questions, he kept looking in Sherlock's direction, but Sherlock didn't speak, as if he didn't care about what the so-called key person in the case said, and blocked Lestrade's eyes hinting.

"Did you have a day off yesterday?"

Sherlock finally spoke, and Allen's attention was focused on the police officer directly in front of him, ignoring the silent person on the left.

"Yes, Hank's parents will have a short trip every month, and they will also give us a vacation when they travel."

"So where were you yesterday?"

"I sketch in St. James's Park."

Sherlock wanted to ask something else, but suddenly changed the subject, frowning: "Do you smell anything strange?"

"No."

"Oh, it's the smell of perfume on your body." Sherlock randomly clicked on a policeman, and the people he pointed at were puzzled because he didn't wear perfume at all.

After the questioning of Allen was over, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at Sherlock's slightly meaningful eyes.

After Sherlock walked out of Allen's interrogation room, Lestrade led him to the driver's interrogation room.

Sherlock entered the driver's interrogation room and said only one sentence: "Take off your clothes."

People around looked at Sherlock in surprise. Although they already knew that he never played cards according to routines, he always had new ways to surprise people.

Lestrade tugged at his sleeve: "What are you doing?"

"Thank you for your cooperation." Sherlock squinted and said to Lestrade, "We are only one step away from finding the real culprit."

The driver took off his army green gown, revealing a small beer belly, with doubts written all over his face.

Sherlock turned and left after getting the gown.

"Don't you have anything to ask?"

"No."

He walked to the place where Wensti was being held, and handed her the gown in his hand: "Smell it, does it smell like this?"

"What smell?" Lestrade felt that Sherlock and Winston were talking riddles.

Sherlock didn't answer, all his attention was focused on the gown in Wensty's hand and her small and exquisite nose. If this case is compared to a riddle, then the key to solving the riddle is Wensty's sense of smell. .

Wensti took the long gown from him, put it in front of her nose, and sniffed it. A familiar smell aroused her memory of last night.

She met Sherlock's eyes: "Yes."

The answer has been revealed.

Sherlock said to Lestrade: "The murderer has been found, the driver in the interrogation room."

A confident smile appeared on his face, which Wensty often saw in the years to come, every time he solved a new case, he would show such a smile, his eyes seemed filled with Mediterranean sunshine.

The driver was in the interrogation room, where there were special personnel guarding him, and he couldn't escape for a while, but only Sherlock here knew why the driver was the murderer.

The police detective in the room poked me and I bumped into you, trying to find someone to ask Sherlock how he deduced the murderer.

They want to know the answer so much, why not go there themselves?Because I don't want to see the way Sherlock looks at the goldfish, it's the sheriff's turn to act at this time. After all, the higher the position, the greater the responsibility. Ask the front line.

"How did you come to the conclusion that the murderer was the driver?"

"Lestrade, this is already obvious. I'm afraid adding lubricating oil will not change the fact that your brain is rusty."

Sure enough, the police detectives saw the familiar eyes, and silently recited the hard work of the sheriff in their hearts.

Sheriff Lestrade has always been the most tolerant person in Scotland Yard for Sherlock. Although Sherlock's words are not very pleasant at times, he has really helped them a lot and solved many difficult cases. It's no big deal for him to say a few words.

What's more, the great people above said hello, asking them to be more tolerant of Sherlock's "strange temper".

After Shylock finished running on Lestrade, he finally began to talk about his judgment basis: "First of all, I want to point out that none of the people in the secret room were murderers. In the whole case, there was a key person from the very beginning. Ignored, it is the masked man who attacked them, he is the real culprit in the case. Andrew, don’t open your mouth, I know what you said, you want to emphasize that the door is locked from the inside and outside, and people inside can’t get out, People outside can't get in, so the murderer can only be born among the people in the room...but it's not a real secret room."

"The murderer created the illusion that this is a secret room. Everyone in the room tried to open the door, but it never opened, so I believed that someone locked them up, but at that time the room was dark and no one saw the door. What it looks like, it's not a door at all, it's just a fake lock and a fake doorknob."

After hearing Sherlock's description, Wensty suddenly realized, no wonder her unlocking spell failed, because there was a fake lock there, but last night in the darkness, her vision was blurred, so she didn't explore it carefully.

"But when we arrived at the scene of the crime, it was indeed locked inside and out."

"Yes, so the Chamber of Secrets was formed later. To be more precise, it was formed after the deceased died."

The more he talked, the more people could not figure it out, and the police detectives present were at a loss.Wensty has been following Sherlock's reasoning clues from last night. Last night, the housekeeper and Hank said that they tried many times, but the door still didn't open...

If the lock is fake, the doorknob is fake, and there is no door there at all, it's impossible to try a lot and not notice it.

Moreover, both the housekeeper and Hank lived here, so it was impossible not to know the true location of the door.

Also, when she proposed to unlock the lock, it was the butler who helped her to go, deliberately leading her to the non-existent "door".

Winsty thought of a possibility, and gasped as he approached the truth.

"It seems that you know what's going on."