Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Yvonne was killed in Crow Lane.

The time of death was between eight and nine this morning.

No witnesses were found at the crime scene.

Since the location of the murder was behind the open-air market, which was open every Tuesday and Friday from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] noon, the Black Crow Lane behind it became an unexpected quiet place.

Because Black Crow Lane is too narrow for carriages, its masonry ground has long been damaged, and this uneven gravel road is not conducive to walking, so market stall owners or customers generally say that they would not walk on Black Crow Lane.

Yvonne was stabbed to death in the street of Black Crow Lane by the murderer.

"The murder weapon is a sharp weapon similar to a triangular pyramid."

Because of the possible special relationship between the deceased Yvonne and the deceased Passata, Julian combined the two homicides for investigation.

Compared with the beheading mode when Zapata was killed, Yvonne was stabbed in the abdomen twice in succession.

According to the blood at the scene, Yvonne tried to walk two or three meters to call for help after being stabbed, but unfortunately fell halfway.

"It is currently impossible to know whether Yvonne called for help. Her mouth and nose were not covered, and the road conditions at the scene did not leave any effective shoe prints."

Julian looked through the evidence records collected at the scene. The necklace and bracelet worn by Yvonne were intact, and the money order in her handbag was still there.

It's not like stealing money, but it seems to be seeking revenge.

"Yvonne was holding this paper as she died."

Julian flattened the crumpled, bloodstained paper that read "32 George Street, Green, May 09, see you at 30:[-]am."

Watson frowned at this address, which was their destination, Brown's lover Diane's house.

"According to the general situation, Brown left his lover's house before nine o'clock. Yvonne is holding this piece of paper. Did she make an appointment with Diane to meet today?"

Brown's wife met Brown's lover, and then his wife was killed near his lover's house.If Yvonne's death had nothing to do with Diane, how many people would believe it?

In this case, the original plan remained unchanged and I still went to Diane's house once.

It's just that this time I turned back to the police station to apply for a search warrant to determine whether Diane hid the murder weapon that killed Yvonne.

This also saw the two detectives who went back to the police station first.

The two parties gathered known information.

After observing Yvonne's body, it was also determined that her hair was reddish brown with long curly hair.Its length, curl, and hair color are the same as the one left at the end of Zapata's bed.

In other words, Yvonne and Zapata may be lovers.

Watson stayed at the police station and continued to conduct detailed autopsies on the two bodies. He followed suit and tactically handed over the enthusiastic Sergeant Julian to the two detectives.

The carriage rolled again to Diane's house.

It was quiet inside the car.

Contrary to what Watson imagined, Sergeant Julian did not dare to communicate face-to-face with the two detectives. He was satisfied as long as he quietly enjoyed the treatment of being in the same car.

No matter how harmonious the carriage was, they couldn't maintain the harmonious atmosphere when they came to Diane's house.

"What! You suspect that Diane and I are murderers?"

Brown became irritable, and the police's intention was clear. A murderer who looked like him killed Zapata last night, and Diane was involved in Yvonne's death this morning.

"What a joke! Last night, I was at home all the time. This morning, I never heard of anyone that Diane asked to meet."

Julian was unmoved. Based on his experience in handling cases, [-]% of the murderers would not admit their crimes until they hit the south wall.

"Mr. Booker Brown, you and Ms. Diane Diamond are both suspected of committing the crime. In this case, your mutual testimony lacks credibility. Simple truth, don't I need to say more?"

Julian asked directly: "Except for the servants at home, who else can prove that you did not leave the house last night? Who else can prove that Ms. Diane did not go out this morning?"

Brown and Diane looked very bad, because no one could prove it.

Not only that, Brown also arrived at the company an hour and a half earlier this morning to expedite the signing of a document.

At 07:30 in the morning, after Brown left with his attendants, the three maids of Diane's family all went to the market.Diane and the middle-aged housekeeper were the only ones left at home. Of course, it was impossible for the two of them to sit face to face in the same room.

In a sense, no one has personally confirmed that Diane was not at the scene of the crime at the time of Yvonne's death.

Of course, no one has seen Diane near the death scene, but theoretically Diane has the time and motive for committing the crime.

"I didn't kill Yvonne! Why would I kill her!"

Diane was resolute and unflappable, "Kill her, and I can't become the stepwife of the Brown family. I have never thought about such a thing! Booker, I have never raised such absurd things to you. Request it?"

"Yes, never."

Brown was satisfied with Diane's sense of propriety, and it was impossible for him to right a mistress.

Marrying a governess as a wife when I was young can still be attributed to being young and frivolous, but why bother to make people talk about it now.

Julian recorded in detail the recent travel arrangements of Brown and Diane, and also extracted their fingerprints according to the case-handling process.

"Ms. Diane, according to your statement, there was never any plan to meet with Mrs. Brown. So, have you left a note for today's meeting lately?"

Diane shook her head, "No, I don't have any plans to party with anyone in the near future."

"is it?"

Julian asked Diane to write "32 Green George Street, May 09th, see you at 30:[-] am" on the spot, in order to compare the handwriting with the note found at the death scene.

At this time, the maid's exclamation came from the garden.

Sherlock and Kelsey search for items related to the murder weapon.

First went to Diane's garden storage room.There were two axes of the same model, and a pile of chopped wood.

The maid said that the two axes in the garden belonged exclusively to Brown, and they were newly bought last month.For no other purpose, Brown used it chopping wood for recreation.

It must be noted that these two axes are exactly the same as the murder weapon that chopped off Zapata's head.

Next, the two detectives discovered that the pots in the garden had been moved.

Move it away and take a closer look, the soil on the ground has been turned over.When it was dug open, it was the triangular metal cone head part of the ice box.

The object was still stained with blood, and its length and size roughly matched Yvonne's fatal abdominal wound.

"what--"

The maid exclaimed because of this, "This is the ice box thrown away in early spring this year? The handle of the old ice box is out of touch with the head of the box, and it has been disposed of long ago. How did it appear here?"

An ice shovel is a tool for cutting ice.Metal head, in the shape of a triangular pyramid.

Sherlock sniffed the spit carefully. The smell of blood was still obvious, and it was not completely covered by the smell of soil.This item will not be buried in the soil for more than a day.

"The blood on it..."

Kelsey didn't say the second half of the sentence. I'm afraid the blood on the ice metal blade is the same as Yvonne's blood type.Instead of prophesying, she said to the maid: "Please show us Mr. Brown's shoes."

The maid was still highly puzzled, wondering why the shovel that had been thrown away for three months reappeared?She opened the shoe cabinet with a stomach full of question marks.

As expected by the two detectives, the pattern on the sole of a certain model of Brown's leather shoes was the same as the prints on the shoes that entered and exited the scene of the murder and dumping in Zapata.

Inside the living room.

Julian also watched Diane finish writing the note, in a handwriting very similar to the one Yvonne held in her hand when she died.

The known situation at hand is obvious.

In terms of witness testimony, both Brown and Diane were involved in the case and could not testify against each other, and they could not find other stronger alibi.

On the contrary, someone saw with his own eyes a man who looked like Brown's back, and he was haunting the scene of the body dumping time.

In terms of physical evidence, the size and style of the leather shoes worn by Brown matched the shoe prints left by the murderer at the scene where Zapata was killed.

Although no traces of the murder scene such as mud and blood were found on Brown's existing three pairs of leather shoes of the same style, it cannot be ruled out that Brown discarded the clothes he wore when he set foot in the crime scene.

The bloody weapon that matched the shape of Yvonne's fatal wound was dug out from Diane's garden, and the appointment note with almost the same handwriting, all of which greatly increased the suspicion of Diane's murder.

In terms of motives, although Brown and Diane tried their best to deny it, they did have the suspicion of killing Zapata and Yvonne.

"I didn't kill anyone!"

Diane stared incredulously at the blood-stained head of the ice bucket, "Someone must have intentionally framed this thing and buried it in the yard!"

Kelsey does not deny that Diane may have conflicts with Yvonne, after all, the two women may be hostile.

However, there is a doubt, why did Yvonne go out at six o'clock in the morning?

Even if Yvonne walked to the murder site, it would normally take an hour, that is, seven o'clock in the morning.

Yvonne was murdered between eight and nine o'clock, and there was a gap of one to two hours. Where did she go?What have you done?Who have you met?

These doubts will not be raised with Diane.

Kelsey asked Brown, "When did you know Zapata Ashby?"

Why must the two men know each other?

When he mentioned the murder of Zapata Ashby when he first entered the door, Brown felt unnatural for a moment.Not because he was regarded as a murderer, but because of the shock after hearing the name.

At the moment, Brown looked hesitant and did not give an answer immediately.

"Mr. Brown, you should be aware of your current situation."

Sherlock ruthlessly poured a basin of ice water on Brown, "The evidence now is enough to bring you to the police station for interrogation. Do you want to go there to confess the concealed matter?"

"I didn't kill Ashby, what's in him for me to get rid of?"

Brown said in a disdainful tone, "Yes, I heard that this person, who was a neighbor of Yvonne 22 years ago, also pursued Yvonne. Obviously, Yvonne chose me, and Ashby is not worth mentioning at all. .”

Julian slandered: You, dare to be obvious?

Obviously, Yvonne didn't choose you so wisely.The current clues point to your responsibility for her death.

Kelsey did not judge the relationship between the Browns, but asked abruptly, "Mr. Brown, do you know a man named David?"

"A man named David?"

Brown repeated the question seemingly naturally, and then gave a negative answer. "No, I don't know who David is."

Brown looked directly into the eyes of the two detectives, and still pretended to say:

"Let me think about it, the name David is so common. Which David are you talking about? I have a couple of people in business with that name."

Kelsey and Sherlock looked at each other.

The David to be asked here is "I hate David" written on the draft paper in Zapata's study.

Brown tries to appear natural, but instead hides it.

Has reached the point of being regarded as a murder suspect, why should Brown hide David's identity?

Taking note of this doubt, Sherlock offered to search Brown's home.

"Mr. Brown, please lead the way. We need to fully inspect your wife's living place to determine whether she has had any conflicts with other people."

Diane is the most supportive, and it is best to find valuable clues to clear her suspicion. "Booker, we should catch the real culprit for Yvonne, you should go home quickly!"

The corner of Brown's mouth twitched, and it was the first time in history that Diane couldn't wait to let him go.

At this time, he is not opposed to cooperating with the investigation. The current situation is extremely unfavorable to him. If he has a better attitude, he will not be arrested and interrogated at the police station.

"It's quarter past four, how about drinking a cup of afternoon tea and continuing the investigation? You've all worked hard."

Brown suggested so, hoping to get a little closer to the two detectives, and by the way, to get close to Sergeant Julian.

Kelsey directly declined, "No need. Check Brown's house as soon as possible, there are other tasks behind. Mr. Brown, please—"

Brown had no choice but to let his attendants drive the car and immediately headed for Brown's house.

The police carriage followed closely behind.

On the way, Sherlock asked the driver to stop for a while, and he bought three breads and pastries and three bottles of chocolate milk from the cafe at the intersection.

"Today's dinner must be postponed, and I will have a low-end afternoon tea while I have time on the road."

Sherlock handed the food to Kelsey and Julian, "I hope you don't mind that dining in the carriage is not a gentleman's behavior."

It is estimated that the search of Brown's house took at least two or three hours, and it is absolutely impossible for the three of them to have dinner at Brown's house.

If all goes well, we won't have dinner until eight o'clock. Right now, we really need an afternoon tea that can fill our stomachs.

Julian took the food with some hands and feet.His eyes were already staring, not because he was hungry, but because he was hit by unexpected happiness.

He screamed secretly, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my idol, Mr. Mr. Holmes specially bought the afternoon tea specially bought by Mr. Holmes! He is clearly a considerate and meticulous gentleman!"

"Thank you."

Kelsey took the food, remembering that Sherlock hadn't cared about going hungry all those years ago.

Her great detective also claimed that hunger makes one's head clearer, and doesn't care about tormenting the poor stomach, and now Sherlock's change is very good.

"Dear Mr. Holmes, there is no doubt that what you brought is definitely the most practical and luxurious afternoon tea."

Kelsey smiled and said, "There is no need to worry about ungentlemen's behavior. It is a pleasure to walk with you every minute. Your wisdom makes people feel at ease all the time, and you also care about us. The need for food, which is literally euphoric."

Kelsey was still slightly distressed as she spoke, "Hey! I don't know how to praise you? I don't want to appear exaggerated because the words of praise are full of compliments. God knows, they are all from my heart."

Sherlock tried his best to restrain his smile, not to let the curve of his mouth be too gentle, "Mr. Bennet, every word of yours is so sincere. Please don't worry indiscriminately, they are insulated from false praise."

Sherlock also politely continued to Kelsey: "Actually, I should thank you first. You are the one who told me how important it is to maintain good eating habits and not abuse my stomach for my health.

A strong body is undoubtedly more conducive to detective work.I believe you also have plans to buy some afternoon tea.Today, I'm just going a little faster, and I hope you enjoy my food choices. "

Kelsey: Like, not just the food.

Sherlock: It's all taught by Jerry.

Julian witnessed a high-intensity mutual flattery caused by 'bread + milk'.

Then, without giving him any chance to express his excited thanks, the two detectives had already begun to dine.

"Thank you."

Julian could only speak dryly, and began to eat in silence.

He didn't know why, he hadn't eaten the bread yet, but he felt as if he was already holding on.Is it because of too much excitement, all swallowed in the stomach?

At eight o'clock in the evening, the dissection room.

Watson completed the autopsy, and compared the fingerprints on the ax and the blood type on the head of the ice machine.

The result was predicted.

The fingerprints of the ax that killed Zapata belonged to Booker Brown.

The suspected murder weapon, a triangular spit, was found in the garden of Diane's home. The blood on it was type A, which was the same blood type as that of Yvonne who was stabbed to death.

"It's all right now, and the suspicion of Brown and Diane is more solid."

Watson touched his hungry stomach.Not thinking about the case for the time being, he couldn't wait for the detectives to have dinner, he had to eat something first.

Get out of the police station.

Alone, I ordered pasta at an Italian restaurant.Looking around, I don't know why the tables around tonight are all eating together.

Watson picked up a fork of noodles and muttered, "Well, I don't feel lonely. I'm more than inferior than inferior. Think about it, the poor sheriff and detectives should still be on the spot. Are they so hungry that their stomachs are flattened? ?”