Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

The day after tomorrow is Easter.

On Friday, the streets and alleys of London were full of festive atmosphere.

Just from the commercial street, lilies, Easter bunnies, hot cross buns, etc., each store has launched its own Easter special products.

Lestrade passed a toy store and stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He straightened his hat facing the glass window, so he didn't lower the corners of his mouth, let alone being amused by the exaggerated Easter bunny puppet in the window.

"Carter, what time is it?"

Lestrade felt in his pocket and found that he had forgotten his pocket watch.

The night has fallen, and we will have to work overtime today and tomorrow. Scotland Yard will inspect several important streets and alleys in batches to ensure the smooth progress of the float tour on Easter.

"21:56."

Carter said again, "Hurry up, just check three more streets. This time, I was lucky enough to be assigned to investigate the West District. The law and order in the West District is much better than other areas."

That's good.

Lestrade thought of Grayson, who had been at odds with him all this time. He was unlucky enough to be assigned to a lot close to the East End. He must be in the same mood as the Easter bunny in the window.

"Oh! Poor Inspector Grayson, God keep him safe."

That being said, inspections in the West District do not mean peace of mind.

In the unfortunate event of an unexpected case, the pressure on the inspector to solve the case will increase exponentially. The people who put pressure on the police here are not the same as those in the Eastern District.

"May God bless us too."

Lestrade secretly added in his heart, if necessary, he must turn to the devil for help.

The halo of luck shrouded Lestrade's team, and the inspections on Friday and Saturday were all safe and sound.

Back to Scotland Yard.

But Lestrade heard that something happened to the Meade team who was also patrolling the West District.

The area that Mead was in charge of was quite special, the demolition area where the Earl of Shaftesbury decided to clean up the mess to create a new theater district.

The residents in that area have basically completed their relocation. Who would have thought that a male corpse would be found in a dilapidated empty house.

"I heard that he is a descendant of a certain aristocrat. His ancestors are gone, and he is not a close relative in a few branches, but he is quite well-known in London."

Carter told all the information he inquired, "Hunter Woolf, 25 years old, died on Friday night at about nine o'clock last night. He was strangled to death in an empty room by hemp rope. Evidence, it is said that the deceased left a message on his deathbed, and there are fingerprints of the murderer on the package containing the murder weapon."

Lestrade frowned slightly, and couldn't help but look Carter up and down, "This case just came out, how come you know the details?"

Carter shook his head again and again, and secretly pointed to another office. "Inspector Meade said the news himself, and he arrested the suspect in the afternoon. He claimed to have solved the murder case in less than 24 hours, and he is very proud now."

"So fast?"

It's not that Lestrade looks down on Mead, but Scotland Yard is actually mixed.Feeling the conscience, among these colleagues, the only one who is responsible and capable is the old enemy Grayson.

Lestrade couldn't help asking, "So did the suspect plead guilty?"

Carter shook his head, "He didn't plead guilty. It was a lawyer who seemed to be called Nuo X? That person was confirmed to have had a violent conflict with Woolf, but he refused to plead guilty, but he couldn't produce an alibi."

However, the current evidence collection at the crime scene is very unfavorable to the arrested suspects.

Lestrade's heart is not good, and Mead is greedy for merit and catches up with the special moment of Easter. He will definitely not let him go easily, let alone make political achievements.

"I heard that someone wanted to release the arrested suspect on bail, but Meade rejected it with a strong attitude."

Carter doesn't know all the inside information, and the other teams are suspected of overreaching the case if they inquire too much about the case. It would be bad if Meade blamed Lestrade for this.

Lestrade was not stupid. He thought of a possibility. It was very likely that someone had specially greeted Meade and could not let the suspect who killed Woolf go.

"I hope Mead really catches the right person, otherwise I'm afraid it will cause more trouble."

Carter: No matter how troublesome it is, this case has nothing to do with them, right?

Sunday, Easter.

Spring returns to the earth, and there is no cloud in the sky.

At ten o'clock in the morning, 221B Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson walked into the living room on the second floor with a basket full of boiled eggs in one hand and a painted toolbox in the other.

"Gentlemen, it's rare that you don't have a job. Why don't you paint eggs? I don't need to say what the meaning of Easter eggs is. You must know more than I do. How about playing a relaxing game?"

These words were mainly addressed to Sherlock.

Mrs. Hudson thought the other two gentlemen would not refuse.

“An Easter celebration, really fun.”

Kelsey sat down at the dining table first, "I haven't painted Easter eggs for several years, and I don't know if the technique is unfamiliar."

Watson also said that he hadn't painted Easter eggs for many years.This kind of celebration is not suitable for one person, it must be an activity only when relatives and friends gather together. "When was the last time you painted an Easter egg? Eight years ago? I can't remember."

Sherlock once deduced from an old pocket watch that Watson had an older brother.

Based on the multiple pawnshop nicks on the inner wall of the pocket watch and the friction marks on the keyhole of the clockwork, it is speculated that Watson's brother lived an unruly life and ended up in poverty.

In fact it is.

After Watson's brother died of alcoholism, no one accompanied him to celebrate traditional festivals such as Easter.

At that moment, Watson went to the dining table and picked up a boiled egg, and then saw the paintbrush with a bit of nostalgia.

Before he could be sentimental, he thought of a question, and turned to ask Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa, who seemed to be standing still: "Mr. Holmes, have you painted eggs with Mr. Mycroft?"

Listen, Watson's tone is full of suspicion.

It seems that Holmes are insulated from behaviors such as painting eggs.

"Have I done something stupid, Mr. Watson?"

Sherlock asked half-mockingly, "Does that make you think I'm too stupid to paint Easter eggs?"

Watson resolutely denied, "Oh no! How could you be so clumsy. I'm just curious."

"Pretend! It's useless to pretend again. Your expression betrayed your heart."

Sherlock didn't care about Watson's misunderstanding, and he threw the question back to Kelsey who was watching from the sidelines.

"Mr. Bennet, what do you think of this? Do you also think that my Easter experience is so poor that I haven't even touched eggs?"

"How can you be a dull man. Believe me, Mr. Holmes, that you are almost omnipotent."

Kelsey was suddenly called on by name, and she responded quickly and decisively:

"Your virtue of humility makes you never show off certain skills, and painting eggs must be one of them. I am sure that most acquired skills in the world can only be acquired if you don't want to. If you want to, you must There will be surprises."

Watson suddenly felt choked on something.

He looked at Kelsey without saying a word. Is unprincipled flattery popular among detectives now?

Kelsey is unflappable, principled, and always tells the truth.

Is there something wrong?No, she was right, Watson just didn't understand that Holmes had even been involved in knitting technology.

Sherlock showed a restrained smile, "Mr. Bennet, you really know me best. How can I live up to your expectations."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock got up and walked to the bookshelf, and fetched a cardboard box. "Look, three, I've added something new to the painted eggs for Easter."

I saw twelve gypsum imitation eggs in the carton.

"These plaster eggs don't go bad, unlike eggs, which don't last long. We had Easter chocolate eggs a few years ago, and now we can have Easter plaster eggs."

Sherlock suggested, "Painting on plaster represents that the life and vitality of Easter can be preserved forever. You can use eggs to practice your hands first, and then paint plaster eggs. Whether it is beautiful or ugly, the last person will give one. What do you think?" Sample?"

Send out Easter eggs. If it is an egg, no matter how beautiful the painting is, it will be eaten by breaking the eggshell.

Relatively speaking, plaster eggs are undoubtedly a souvenir that can be treasured for a long time.

It's just that if someone paints ugly, the ugliness he made will become a long-term physical evidence and be preserved.

"Wow! I love this drawing."

Mrs. Hudson agreed wholeheartedly. "Mr. Holmes, I really didn't expect you to order plaster eggs for Easter. As Mr. Bennet said, you have brought us a pleasant surprise."

One person draws three plaster eggs and gives them to the other three.

Plaster eggs can be preserved for a long time as an Easter gift, which shows how hard the person who made such a proposal is.

Watson never expected Sherlock to be such a Sherlock Holmes. "OK, I'll also draw plaster eggs, I hope the three of you don't think they're ugly."

Kelsey looked at Sherlock, smiled and nodded in agreement.

Sherlock smiled and sat down at the table.

That's fine.The custom plaster egg was just for his Jerry, in the spirit of Easter - spring is here, hope lives on.

Four people sit in a circle, let's start with drawing eggs.

Mrs. Hudson, in a cheerful mood, hummed a country tune with ease.

At this moment, the sun shines through the window.

No one cares if the ditty is out of key, because it sounds good and makes the living room feel cozy and cozy.

'Knock knock——'

The maid's knock on the door interrupted the happy egg-painting activity of the four.

The maid brought Kelsey a message: "Mr. Bennet, there is a young lady looking for you at the door. She expresses her apologies for not being able to deliver the invitation in time, and hopes to see you right now."

"Young lady, do you want to see me now?"

Kelsey was surprised. It is rare to visit without an appointment nowadays, which means that the relationship between the two parties is close enough.

The maid didn't report the person's name, presumably the other party didn't speak up.

Suddenly, Kelsey thought of someone.

He quickly walked to the window and looked down, and there was a figure at the door that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Three, I will leave for a while."

Without further ado, Kelsey was about to go downstairs to meet someone.

Seeing this, Sherlock didn't go to the window to verify, and directly guessed, "It's that woman?"

"Yes."

Kelsey left an affirmative answer and hurried out of the living room first.

Nothing seemed to happen to Sherlock, holding the egg in his left hand while continuing to paint with the brush in his right hand.He casually sketched an abstract smiling face on the eggshell.

On the other side of the dining table, Mrs. Hudson and Watson couldn't hide their curiosity.

They both knew Kelsey had no relatives, so which young lady with a close relationship would come?

This kind of thing will inevitably lead to gossip.

Not long after, I heard two footsteps going upstairs together, heading towards Kelsey's room on the fourth floor.

"Mr. Watson, please stop your rich imagination, and your love story writing ability need not be used here."

Sherlock glanced at it, and immediately guessed what strange associations the two people opposite had made.

Watson pretended to cough, pretending to be serious. "No, a gentleman never guesses. I'm just making a little reasoning. Haven't you, Mr. Holmes, done something like that?"

Reasoning what?

Sherlock smiled, how could he have been jealous.

Once at the premiere of "The Darkest Castle," Kelsey said that he favored smart people, such as a certain lady, and he gave this statement a peaceful smile of approval.

Who can prove that he has lost too much?Who can prove that he hopes to be praised?No one can prove, then there is no Lost Holmes.

Watson saw Sherlock put the painted eggs on the table.

"God! My eyes!"

Watson looked away immediately.The easter egg that Sherlock just drew, the pattern of the smiling face on it is too abstract, so ugly that people instantly forget who the gossip mysterious visitor is.

On the fourth floor, the atmosphere was not so relaxed.

"While I'm glad to see you again, I don't think this meeting was in your plans."

Kelsey looked at Erin Adler.It is not what it used to be. This opera singer who has become famous in Europe is even more famous than the Golden Rose back then.

Adler was supposed to be in the Italian opera troupe, but he quietly appeared in London, and the newspapers and media did not break the relevant news.

Kelsey knew that something difficult must have happened, so she asked Adler to come to the door in a hurry, "Let's not be polite, what do you want from me?"

Adler took off the veiled veil hat, revealing the blue dark circles under his eyes that he couldn't cover up, obviously it was probably a sleepless night last night.

"Mr. Bennet, I am also very glad to meet you. It would be better if we could change the timing, but the world is often not our choice."

Kelsey nodded slightly, "That's true. The accident or tomorrow, no one can tell which will come first. So, you are looking for me to solve the case, so you might as well just say it."

Be blunt.

Adler knew that she should get straight to the point, but he didn't know how to speak when the words came to his lips.

For a while, the room was very quiet.

Kelsey didn't rush, just smiled gently and waited patiently.

Adler looked at Kelsey, and under his calming smile, his anxiety and anxiety calmed down.

"Then I'll just say it."

Adler said succinctly, "I have a fiancé, Godfrey Norton, who works as a lawyer in London. Yesterday, Godfrey was arrested on suspicion of intentionally murdering Woolf. I think he was wronged. In I was wronged as it was when Rose Gold was murdered. It was you, Mr. Bennet, who found out the truth."

Kelsey didn't change his expression, his heart was full of question marks, why did Irene have a fiancé?

I only heard Adler throw another thing, "I want you to find out the truth about the so-called Norton murder case. At present, I have a few suspects, and they may frame Norton.

One of them was directly related to me, the King of Bohemia was my ex-boyfriend.I don't know if he's finding out about my new relationship, so that Godfrey can't be bothered. "

Kelsey: Wait a minute!Please give her three seconds, she must take a good look at the complicated relationship here.